A 340 Dollar Horse And A Hundred Dollar Whore (Charles Bukowski Poems)
don't ever get the idea I am a poet; you can see me at the racetrack any day half drunk ...
don't ever get the idea I am a poet; you can see me at the racetrack any day half drunk ...
He seemed so complacent in the hot August sun on the barrier islands not moving at all basking in the ...
Oh how to tell the tale to spin the yarn, to pull you in Bring you along, down memory road ...
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