The little cacti, sitting on the window sill
of a downtown office, seemed to smile at the morning sun.
They and their colorful pots contrasted brightly
with the bare branches and moribund
flowers, brown in their beds just outside the window.
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Rather cheerful. Cacti are probably the only plant I could be trusted with to keep alive.
On my way into town, there's a yard that has a bed of cacti for lawn cover. It's the round, flat stuff. You'd have thought the blizzards and sometime deep freezes would've killed it off long ago, but no. Winter, summer, it's there.
*What* are the little cacti setting on that windowsill? From what I can see, they are just sitting there.
William, I can even kill cactus....
OK, it's fixed, Pi.
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