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Saga of the Lonely Cactus: "the Lonely Cactus In New York City" Third Part
Saga of the Lonely Cactus: "The Lonely Cactus In New York City" Third Part by Miriam McCue The Lonely Cactus in New York City. He cries ‘cause his life is a pity. He misses the desert every day. In New York he does not want to stay. His tears are so very strong, So his barrel will not have water in it very long. The dogs use him for a fire plug. The street addicts like to give him a slug. They bother him day and night. All they ever do is fight. They scream all night and sometimes day. The cactus never gets to play. The police wake him with sirens loud, This is no place for a cactus proud. But he hopes and hopes, And at night he prays, That someone will come and take him away. Back to the desert to get some peace, Away from the junkies and police, Where the night is so very still and dark, Three thousand miles from Central Park.
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