“Joseph would reach out to me occasionally, the same way the desert blooms a flower every now and then. You get so… — Aimee Bender Copy Share Image
there was not a tree on the place, only the horrible prickly pear bushes thrusting out their distorted arms as if exulting… — Ethel M. Dell Copy Share Image
“Here we go round the prickly pear Prickly pear prickly pear Here we go round the prickly pear At five o’clock in… — T.S. Eliot Copy Share Image
