We touch i feel a rush we clutch it isn't much but its enough to make me wonder what ya neck like a popsicle stick ain't no possible reason , i could think of to let you walk up out this house and let you live tears stream down both of my cheeks then i let you just go and just give before i put that gun to my temple, i told you this and i would've done anything for you to show you how much i adored you but it's over now, it's too late to save our love just promise me you'll think of me every time you look up in the sky and see a star 'cause i'm a i'm a space bound rocket ship and your heart's the moon and i'm aiming right at you right at you two hundred fifty thousand miles on a clear night in june and i'm so lost without you without you without you

[1] nothing that comes from the desert expresses its extremes better than the unhappy growth of the tree yuccas. tormented, thin forests of it stalk drearily in the high mesas, particularly in that triangular slip that fans out eastward from the meeting of the sierras and coastwise hills. the yucca bristles with bayonet-pointed leaves, dull green, growing shaggy with age like an old [5] man's tangled gray beard, tipped with panicles of foul, greenish blooms. after its death, which is slow, the ghostly hollow network of its woody skeleton, with hardly power to rot, makes even the moonlight fearful. but it isn't always this way. before the yucca has come to flower, while yet its bloom is a luxurious, creamy, cone-shaped bud of the size of a small cabbage, full of sugary sap. the indians twist it deftly out of its fence of daggers and roast the prize for their [10] own delectation why does the author use the words "bayonet-pointed" (line 4) and "fence of daggers" (line 9) to describe the leaves of the yucca tree? . to create an image of the sharp edges of the plant to emphasize how beautiful the plant's leaves are to explain when and where the plant grows to show how afraid the author is of the plant