'Nirvana'
» The young man thought, I'll just stay here, I'll just stay here. but then he rose and followed the others onto the bus.
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there was nothing else to do. just to listen to the sound of the engine, the sound of the tires in the snow.
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'Nirvana' A poem by Charles Bukowski, read by Tom Waits
[...]
there was nothing else to do. just to listen to the sound of the engine, the sound of the tires in the snow.
-
'Nirvana' A poem by Charles Bukowski, read by Tom Waits
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