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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Right or wrong I'll always love you Though your're gone I can't forget Right or wrong I'll keep on dreaming Still I wake with the same old regret All along I knew I'd lose

[Nas talking] "The light is there." [Intro: Olu Dara singing] See I come from Mississippi I was young and runnin' wild Ended up in New York City, where I had my first child I named the

Keep an eye Keep an eye Keep an eye On your close friend Keep an eye Keep an eye Keep an eye On your close friend 'Cause what you got that'll make you lose And then turn around and