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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Бар не зачинений, Шукай мене очима. Мені в тобі причина, Гину, зачепило. Летять бокали, Як завжди мало. Скінчиться вечір Хутром тобі на плечі. Приспів: Звісно, ми змішані з різного тіста І "кухар" зробив це навмисно, І ми не повторимось років триста. Чиста
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