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8 Count

 from my bed
I watch
3 birds
on a telephone
one flies off.
then another.
one is left, then it too is gone.
my typewriter is tombstone still.
and I am reduced to bird watching.
just thought I'd let you know, fucker.

Poem by Charles Bukowski
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