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Luck

once
We were young
At this
Machine. . .
Drinking
Smoking
Typing
It was a most
Splendid
Miraculous
Time
Still
Is
Only now
Instead of
Moving toward
Time
It
Moves toward
Us
Makes each word
Drill
Into the
Paper
Clear
Fast
Hard
Feeding a
Closing
Space.


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Poem Luck - Charles Bukowski