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Dorothy Parker - Symptom Recital
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	I do not like my state of mind;
	I`m bitter, querulous, unkind.
	I hate my legs, I hate my hands,
	I do not yearn for lovelier lands.
	I dread the dawn`s recurrent light;
	I hate to go to bed at night.
	I snoot at simple, earnest folk.
	I cannot take the gentlest joke.
	I find no peace in paint or type.
	My world is but a lot of tripe.
	I`m disillusioned, empty-breasted.
	For what I think, I`d be arrested.
	I am not sick, I am not well.
	My quondam dreams are shot to hell.
	My soul is crushed, my spirit sore;
	I do not like me any more.
	I cavil, quarrel, grumble, grouse.
	I ponder on the narrow house.
	I shudder at the thought of men….
	I`m due to fall in love again.
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