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Wednesday, 22 December 2010

A Very Short Song (by Dorothy Parker)

Once, when I was young and true,
Someone left me sad-
Broke my brittle heart in two;
And that is very bad.

Love is for unlucky folk,
Love is but a curse.
Once there was a heart I broke;
And that, I think, is worse. 

Dorothy Parker

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