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Dorothy Parker - The ChoiceDorothy Parker - The Choice
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He`d have given me rolling lands,  Houses of marble, and billowing farms, Pearls, to trickle between my hands,  Smoldering rubies, to circle my arms. You- you`d only a lilting song,  Only a melody, happy and high, You were sudden and swift and strong-  Never a thought for another had I. He`d have given me laces rare,  Dresses that glimmered with frosty sheen, Shining ribbons to wrap my hair,  Horses to draw me, as fine as a queen. You- you`d only to whistle low,  Gayly I followed wherever you led. I took you, and I let him go-  Somebody ought to examine my head!
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