beware women grownoldwho were neveranything butyoung — Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last
beware women grownoldwho were neveranything butyoung — Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last
beware women grownoldwho were neveranything butyoung — Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last
beware women grownoldwho were neveranything butyoung — Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last
beware women grownoldwho were neveranything butyoung — Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last
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beware women grownoldwho were neveranything butyoung

— Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last
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