Indian Summer

Dorothy Parker

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!

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• Dorothy Parker : Inscription For The Ceiling Of A Bedroom
• Dorothy Parker : Interior
• Dorothy Parker : Interview
• Dorothy Parker : Inventory
• Dorothy Parker : Iseult Of Brittany
• Dorothy Parker : Landscape
• Dorothy Parker : Liebestod
• Dorothy Parker : Light Of Love
• Dorothy Parker : Lines On Reading Too Many Poets
• Dorothy Parker : Little Words

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• Dorothy Parker : Incurable
• Dorothy Parker : I Shall Come Back
• Dorothy Parker : I Know I Have Been Happiest
• Dorothy Parker : Hearthside
• Dorothy Parker : Healed
• Dorothy Parker : Harriet Beecher Stowe
• Dorothy Parker : Guinevere At Her Fireside
• Dorothy Parker : Godspeed
• Dorothy Parker : Godmother
• Dorothy Parker : George Sand