Monday, December 19, 2016

Dorothy Parker / Indian Summer



INDIAN SUMMER

by 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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