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Слушать(AI)Curtain
the final curtain on one of the longest runningmusicals ever, some people claim to haveseen it over one hundred times.
I saw it on the tv news, that final curtain:flowers, cheers, tears, a thunderousaccolade.
I have not seen this particular musicalbut I know if I had that I wouldn't havebeen able to bear it, it would havesickened me.trust me on this, the world and itspeoples and its artful entertainment hasdone very little for me, only to me.still, let them enjoy one another, it willkeep them from my doorand for this, my own thunderousaccolade. from The Olympia Review - 1994
Charles Bukowski
Henry Charles Bukowski (born Heinrich Karl Bukowski; August 16, 1920 – March 9, 1994) was a German-American poet, novelist, and short story writ
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