Indian Summer
In youth, it was a way I had
To do my best to please,
And change, with every passing lad,
To suit his theories.
But now I know the things I know,
And do the things I do;
And if you do not like me so,
To hell, my love, with you!
Dorothy Parker
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1 comment:
Hi, Sheila ...
Thank you for visiting my Southern Lagniappe blog yesterday. I'm glad you enjoyed my post about Blue Ridge. It's such a beautiful place and I love telling people about it.
I love this Dorothy Parker poem, and look forward to reading more of your blog.
Sincerely,
Janie
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