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a poem describing my experience working on a cactus farm. |
| OUCH!!!!
Goddamn do I get hurt, working on the cactus ranch! Like the other day, I got this cactus needle in me, damn near took an eye out! Sometimes though, late at night when the cactuses are sleeping, I watch em all peaceful and innocent, and they're not half bad, you know? Just like lil angels. |