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Eight Line Poem
by David Bowie

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 on the 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

Submitted by Gina Plummer

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