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The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the Hills |
Mockingbird wish me luck. |
Burning in Water, Drowning in Flame |
Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit |
Dangling in the Tournefortia |
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You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense |
The Roominghouse Madrigals: Early Selected Poems, 1946-1966 |
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The Last Night of the Earth Poems |
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Essential Bukowski: Poetry |
Storm for the Living and the Dead: Uncollected and Unpublished Poems |