Ogden Nash

(August 19, 1902 – May 19, 1971 / New York / United States)

Lines On Facing Forty - Poem by Ogden Nash

I have a bone to pick with Fate.
Come here and tell me, girlie,
Do you think my mind is maturing late,
Or simply rotted early?


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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