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• Indian Summer

  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!

  (Dorothy Parker)

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• 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,
  Someone dropped me on my head?
  (Dorothy Parker)