Story Of Mrs. W- (Dorothy Parker Poems)
My garden blossoms pink and white,A place of decorous murmuring,Where I am safe from August nightAnd cannot feel the knife ...
My garden blossoms pink and white,A place of decorous murmuring,Where I am safe from August nightAnd cannot feel the knife ...
Daily dawns another day; I must up, to make my way. Though I dress and drink and eat, Move my ...
Who was there had seen us Wouldn't bid him run? Heavy lay between us All our sires had done. There ...
Too long and quickly have I lived to vow The woe that stretches me shall never wane, Too often seen ...
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