SOON our friends perish,
Soon all we cherish
Fades as days darken; goes as flowers go.
Soon in December
Over an ember,
Lonely we hearken, as loud winds blow.
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Facts which at first seem improbable will, even on scant explanation, drop the cloak which has hidden them and stand forth in naked and simple beauty.
by Charles Bukowskiat the track today,
Father's Day,
each paid admission was
entitled to a wallet
and each contained a
little surprise.
most of the men seemed
between 30 and 55,
going to fat,
many of them in walking