Dikt; Indian Summer av 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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  1. *tommelopp* - dette likte jeg. Finfin fredagspoesi :-)

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