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Dorothy Parker

Dorothy Parker

Theory

Into love and out again,
 Thus I went, and thus I go.
Spare your voice, and hold your pen–
 Well and bitterly I know
All the songs were ever sung,
 All the words were ever said;
Could it be, when I was young,
 Some one dropped me on my head?

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