Good Ole Whiskey-Yellowed Teeth, Poesy, Racing Papers and Sleepless Nights
Nicholas Finch
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Sadly, I have dreams like Bukowski does.
We both dream about the girls we once had,
And the race horses. I am like he was,
Sleeping alone above unmade sheets, sad.
We both dream about the girls we once had,
Who now have new men. Do they dream about
Sleeping alone above unmade sheets? Sad
To think of people we’re now without,
Who now have new men. Do they dream about
Horses like we do? Horses have it good.
To think of people we’re now without
Is a strictly human sentiment. Would
A horse hurt like we do? They have it good.
They dream of meadows. To dream what never was
Is a strictly human sentiment. And
Sadly, I have dreams like Bukowski does.