Not yet 40, my beard is already white. (Lew Welch Poems)
Not yet 40, my beard is already white. Not yet awake, my eyes are puffy and red, like a child ...
Not yet 40, my beard is already white. Not yet awake, my eyes are puffy and red, like a child ...
Dear Joanne, Last night Magda dreamed that she, you, Jack, and I were driving around Italy. We parked in Florence ...
When I drive cab I am moved by strange whistles and wear a hat When I drive cab I am ...
The image, as in a Hexagram: The hermit locks his door against the blizzard. He keeps the cabin warm. All ...
I saw myself a ring of bone in the clear stream of all of it and vowed always to be ...
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