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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Я знаю всі твої думки, Лиш тільки я твоє тепло. Твоя любов і навпаки - Я те, що душу опекло. Я дякую тобі за те, Що ти навчив писати Зірками по небу. Я дякую тобі за те, Що

Uh, I am a distraction, Comin from my spot and I dont signal as I back in. If cash is beautiful then money is attraction Then I should be a motherfuckin' centerfold of

His life is that blue bike, ball glove an' fishin' pole, Tree-house, BB gun and band aid covered knees. He does good deliverin' papers, An' cuttin' grass for the neighbours, Except for Widow Wilson:

Духовные люди - особые люди. Их сервируют в отдельной посуде. У них другая длина волны И даже хвост у них с другой стороны. Если прийти к ним с насущным вопросом, Они могут выкурить тебя

"Kane is in the building..." [Intro: Lil Wayne] Now tell me how you love it You know you at the top when only heaven's right above it We onnnn, cause we onnnnnnnn [Drake] Who else really