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I'm getting back to where I was

I used to take the back off the telephone and stuff it with rags and when somebody knocked I wouldn't answer and if they persisted I'd tell them in terms vulgar to vanish. just another old crank with wings of gold flabby white belly plus eyes to knock out the sun.
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Charles Bukowski
1920-1994 / Male / American
For You?
Written by
Charles Bukowski
1920-1994 / Male / American
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