6 thoughts on “Eight Line Poem (2015 Remaster)

  1. It is eight lines because the last two should be counted as one.

  2. The 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 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, oh, oh, oh

  3. No comments after being posted a year? Jeez. One of Bowie's simplest, most charming songs. Hail, Clara!

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