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The History of One Tough Motherfucker
He came to the door one night wet thin beaten and
terrorized
a white cross-eyed tailless cat
I took him and feed him and he stayed
grew to trust me until a friend drove up the driveway
and ran him over
I took what was left to a vet who said, & quot; not much
chance... give him these pills... his backbone is
crushed, but it was crushed before and somehow
mended, if he lives he'll never walk, look at the
these x-rays, he's been shot, look here, the pellets
are still there... also, he once had a tail, somebody
cut it off.."

(Charles Bukowski)

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