TOM WAITS: A POEM TO KEITH RICHARDS
He can run faster than a fax machine
His urine is blue
He smells like a campfire
He was once slapped by the Queen
He has walked the equivalent of three times
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TOM WAITS: A POEM TO KEITH RICHARDS
He can run faster than a fax machine
His urine is blue
He smells like a campfire
He was once slapped by the Queen
He has walked the equivalent of three times
Around…
Read moreDec 18 2022
Dec 18 2021
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