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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354572" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Another Day</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">having the low down blues and going<br>into a restraunt to eat.<br>you sit at a table.<br>the waitress smiles at you.<br>she's dumpy. her ass is too big.<br>she radiates kindess and symphaty.<br>live with her 3 months and a man would no real agony.<br>o.k., you'll tip her 15 percent.<br>you order a turkey sandwich and a<br>beer.<br>the man at the table across from you<br>has watery blue eyes and<br>a head like an elephant.<br>at a table further down are 3 men<br>with very tiny heads<br>and long necks<br>like ostiches.<br>they talk loudly of land development.<br>why, you think, did I ever come<br>in here when I have the low-down<br>blues?<br>then the the waitress comes back eith the sandwich<br>and she asks you if there will be anything <br>else?<br>snd you tell her, no no, this will be<br>fine.<br>then somebody behind you laughs.<br>it's a cork laugh filled with sand and<br>broken glass.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you begin eating the sandwhich.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it's something.<br>it's a minor, difficult,<br>sensible action<br>like composing a popular song<br>to make a 14-year old<br>weep.<br>you order another beer.<br>jesus,look at that guy<br>his hands hang down almost to his knees and he's<br>whistling.<br>well, time to get out.<br>pivk up the bill.<br>tip.<br>go to the register.<br>pay.<br>pick up a toothpick.<br>go out the door.<br>your car is still there.<br>and there are 3 men with heads<br>and necks<br>like ostriches all getting into one<br>car.<br>they each have a toothpick and now<br>they are talking about women.<br>they drive away first<br>they drive away fast.<br>they're best i guess.<br>it's an unberably hot day.<br>there's a first-stage smog alert.<br>all the birds and plants are dead<br>or dying.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you start the engine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Anonymous submission.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Bukowski">Charles Bukowski</a><div class=q>
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into a restraunt to eat.
you sit at a table.
the waitress smiles at you.
she's dumpy. her ass is too big.
she radiates kindess and symphaty.
live with her 3 months and a man would no real agony.
o.k., you'll tip..."></div>
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