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Saturday, January 25

Cactus On The Wall Poem

Cactus on the wall,
Who’s the fairest of them all?

 Is it you, the wall, or me?
Who cries to be free?

 Before we were here,
The wall was bare


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Thanks For Being!

Thanks For Being!