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well, that's just the way it is ...
sometimes when everything seems at / its worst / when all conspires / and gnaws / and the hours, days, weeks / year / seem wasted - / streched there upon my bed / in the dark / looking upward at the ceiling / I get what many will consider an / obnoxious thought: / it's still nice to be / Bukowski.