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Bukowski was a simple, heavy drinker

 

We talked that night

about the man who

looked like a lion

in his evening years.

 

Wizened from the wine

his skin shown

within

a trembling man.

 

A simple one

to drink the days,

turn them into nights.

 

A true drinker

who wrote to afford

time,

A little more time-

 

Maybe just to drink more wine.

 

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