A cactus, me and full of spines,
But deep in side are wet confines,
And so they sprout away from me,
Protecting from the enemy.
Go question all and they will say,
That they define my prickly way,
But past the spines, you’ll find in part,
I really have a softer heart.
For animals will search to find,
Beneath the skin and tucked behind,
And...
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