there are so many dayswhen living stops and pulls up and sitsand waits like a train on the rails. — Charles Bukowski
there are so many dayswhen living stops and pulls up and sitsand waits like a train on the rails. — Charles Bukowski
there are so many dayswhen living stops and pulls up and sitsand waits like a train on the rails. — Charles Bukowski
there are so many dayswhen living stops and pulls up and sitsand waits like a train on the rails. — Charles Bukowski
there are so many dayswhen living stops and pulls up and sitsand waits like a train on the rails. — Charles Bukowski
there are so many dayswhen living stops and pulls up and sitsand waits like a train on the rails. — Charles Bukowski
there are so many dayswhen living stops and pulls up and sitsand waits like a train on the rails. — Charles Bukowski
there are so many dayswhen living stops and pulls up and sitsand waits like a train on the rails. — Charles Bukowski
there are so many dayswhen living stops and pulls up and sitsand waits like a train on the rails. — Charles Bukowski
there are so many dayswhen living stops and pulls up and sitsand waits like a train on the rails. — Charles Bukowski
there are so many dayswhen living stops and pulls up and sitsand waits like a train on the rails. — Charles Bukowski
there are so many dayswhen living stops and pulls up and sitsand waits like a train on the rails. — Charles Bukowski
there are so many dayswhen living stops and pulls up and sitsand waits like a train on the rails. — Charles Bukowski
there are so many dayswhen living stops and pulls up and sitsand waits like a train on the rails. — Charles Bukowski
there are so many dayswhen living stops and pulls up and sitsand waits like a train on the rails. — Charles Bukowski
there are so many dayswhen living stops and pulls up and sitsand waits like a train on the rails. — Charles Bukowski
there are so many dayswhen living stops and pulls up and sitsand waits like a train on the rails. — Charles Bukowski
there are so many dayswhen living stops and pulls up and sitsand waits like a train on the rails. — Charles Bukowski
there are so many dayswhen living stops and pulls up and sitsand waits like a train on the rails. — Charles Bukowski
there are so many dayswhen living stops and pulls up and sitsand waits like a train on the rails. — Charles Bukowski
there are so many dayswhen living stops and pulls up and sitsand waits like a train on the rails. — Charles Bukowski
there are so many dayswhen living stops and pulls up and sitsand waits like a train on the rails. — Charles Bukowski
there are so many dayswhen living stops and pulls up and sitsand waits like a train on the rails. — Charles Bukowski
there are so many dayswhen living stops and pulls up and sitsand waits like a train on the rails. — Charles Bukowski
there are so many dayswhen living stops and pulls up and sitsand waits like a train on the rails. — Charles Bukowski
there are so many dayswhen living stops and pulls up and sitsand waits like a train on the rails. — Charles Bukowski
there are so many dayswhen living stops and pulls up and sitsand waits like a train on the rails. — Charles Bukowski
there are so many dayswhen living stops and pulls up and sitsand waits like a train on the rails. — Charles Bukowski
there are so many dayswhen living stops and pulls up and sitsand waits like a train on the rails. — Charles Bukowski
there are so many dayswhen living stops and pulls up and sitsand waits like a train on the rails. — Charles Bukowski
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there are so many dayswhen living stops and pulls up and sitsand waits like a train on the rails.

— Charles Bukowski
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