A cactus plant is there,
At the corner,
Of my room,
Sometimes it does dispel my gloom.
Even though thorny the cactus is,
It’s beauty is still in one piece,
I wonder at times,
Entertaining us is what it does before demise.
Perhaps a haven for some bugs the cactus is,
Who deem it to be a wonderful bliss!
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