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Dorothy Parker - Penelope
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In the pathway of the sun,
  In the footsteps of the breeze,
Where the world and sky are one,
  He shall ride the silver seas,
    He shall cut the glittering wave.
I shall sit at home, and rock;
Rise, to heed a neighbor`s knock;
Brew my tea, and snip my thread;
Bleach the linen for my bed.
    They will call him brave.
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