Dorothy Parker

(22 August 1893 - 7 June 1967 / Long Branch / New Jersey)

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!

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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  • Cynthia Buhain-baello (6/26/2009 10:01:00 PM)

    I marvel at the masterful creativity of Ms. Parker here, the wit and humor, interwoven with a lot of guts, and she pulls it off with such a great style! Excellent! (Report) Reply

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