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she was in love with bukowski so she wrote him a poem and poured another glass while rain was flooding her thoughts and nobody really cared not even bukowski who did not even stir down in his grave people are boring he would have told her women are predictable same hair dos and make up and shoes wherever you turn same nagging and flip flops and scarfs everywhere but she wouldn’t listen she went to the off license poured another glass and wrote another poem to bukowski who she was in love with just like I was..