Charles Bukowski


Majestic, majic infinite my little girl is sun on the carpet - out the door picking a flower, ha! An old man, battle-wrecked, emerges from his chair and she looks at me but only sees love, ha! And I become quick with the world and love right back just like I was meant to do.

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