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Love is a Dog From Hell by Charles Bukowski
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 ******
to vanish.

just another old crank
with wings of gold
flabby white belly
plus
eyes to knock out
the sun.
Book: Love is a Dog From Hell by Charles Bukowski
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