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Brooks on Sep 13, 2016 in
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I wrote you this song:
“Oh well, well, well,
I saw you watering the cactus,
You are most kind,
But the cactus was the soda drinking kind.
They’re called Sweet-Tooth Needlers,
They grew by accident under a dripping Fanta dispenser,
They’re sweeping the nation,
inspired by the illustrious sweetness hallucinations.
So find a can,
and do what you can,
that’s all,
I’m out of rhymes.
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