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22 April, 2008

Paris

Charles Bukowski

never
even in calmer times
have I ever
dreamed of
bicycling through that
city
wearing a
beret

and Camus
always rather
pissed
me.
Posted by ash at 6:58:00 AM
Labels: Bukowski

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