Faute De Mieux
Dorothy Parker
Travel, trouble, music, art, A kiss, a frock, a rhyme— I never said they feed my heart, But still they pass my time.
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- Dorothy Parker : Fighting Words
- Dorothy Parker : Finis
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- Dorothy Parker : For An Unknown Lady
- Dorothy Parker : From A Letter From Lesbia
- Dorothy Parker : Frustration
- Dorothy Parker : Fulfillment
- Dorothy Parker : Garden-spot
