Eight Line Poem - David Bowie

DAVID BOWIE ? 8 LINE POEM

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Tactful cactus by your / window / surveys the prairie of your/ room/ C(continued from above / F / C / F /

The mobile spins to its/ collision / Clara puts her head between her /

Paws / They?ve opened shops down on the/ Westside /

Will all the cacti find a/ home? / But the key to the /city is in/

the sun that pins the branches to the/ sky oh /

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