Eight Line Poem

The tactful cactus by your window
Surveys the prairie of your room
The mobile spins to its collision
Clara puts her head between her paws
They've opened shops down West side
Will all the cacti find a home
But the key to the city
Is in the sun that pins the branches to the sky

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One deep until I die, so your help I refuse it [x4] [Trae:] I hear some haters want me dead, but I ain't never been a stranger to drama The most hated around

You'll never know just how much I love you, You'll never know just how much I care. And if I tried I still couldn't hide My love for you You ought to know For haven't I

Моя Люба – изящная натура. Любит шубы, носит алые губы. Но в последнее время невесело Любе – Она всё мечтает о туре на Кубу. В столе заказов Гонсалеса Марселя, Любушка, приветы для Кастро Фиделя. Желает ему

I said upside down You're turning me You're giving love instinctively Around and round you're turning me Upside down Boy, you turn me Inside out And round and round Upside down Boy, you turn me Inside out And round and round Instinctively

Я смотрю, как ходит по забору кошка Я играю на губной гармошке Я доволен Я опять на воле Ты бросила на кухне немытую посуду Ты крикнула в дверях: "Не хочу, не буду" Соберу на вечер брошенных