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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The corner cafe, She scrapes some quarters off the table, Says thanks yeah now maybe I'll be able, To get that black Mercedes, I've been saving for, The other girls say, You outta undue a couple

Body rock Girl I can feel your body rock Take a bow Yea, I know how to stick it now We ought to party like it’s 3012 tonight I wanna show you all the funny

(yeah, yeah) So what you see Is only half the story There's another side of me I'm the girl you know But I'm someone else too If you only knew It's a crazy life But I'm alright I got

Так спой мне песню про любовь Ту, что тогда ты написал, И пусть она, не в глаз так в бровь - Я лучше песни и не знал. Так спой мне песню о друзьях, О тех,