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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Well she's not the kind a girl You'd meet on the corner Of Hollywood and vine But you might bump into her On aisle 21 at the farmers Feed and supply With a bag of seed

And so the play begins, and though it is the final night, My heart will sing, just to be beside her now is everything, And though it's a play I believe every

The time has come For me to talk to you And I don't mean To hurt your pride But everybody needs a friend sometimes To make you see the light In the game of life The strong

Stay with me Spend just one more day with me Maybe you can rearrange your plans I know there's a whole new world to found And it's to that world you're bound Put please don't

Вдох-выдох и мы опять играем в любимых. Пропадаем и тонем в нежности заливах, Не боясь и не тая этих чувств сильных. Ловим сладкие грёзы на сказочных склонах. Вдох-выдох и мы опять играем в любимых. Пропадаем