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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This the song we sing this is the song we sing Today it's unfair to say let me do my thing I have no ax to grind cause I keep myself in

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What would you do If you knew That the world was coming to an end tonight Would you run Or tempt to hide Would you fall down to your knees And pray to God that he