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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Бачиш як цей світ занепадає Друже мій, чи тебе це торкає. Руки свої простягаю до тебе, Але ти відверто відштовхуєш мене. Так минає день за днем. Кожен бореться зі своїм вогнем. За свободу і за правду Бій

[Chorus] Hey bet you can't bet you can't do it like this Bet you can't bet you can't do it like this Bet you can't bet you can't rock it like this Bet you

You got the last of all your stuff You got your car cranked up And I guess there ain’t a thing that I can say I’m thinking as I’m standing here And suddenly it

(Paul McCartney) The mood is right, the spirit's up We're here tonight and that's enough Simply having a wonderful christmastime Simply having a wonderful christmastime The party's on, the feeling's here That only comes this time

Small town homecoming queen She's a star in this scene There's no way to deny she's lovely Perfect skin, perfect hair Perfumed hearts everywhere Tell myself that inside she's ugly Maybe i'm just jealous, I can't help