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Dorothy Parker - Ninon De Lenclos, On Her Last BirthdayDorothy Parker - Ninon De Lenclos, On Her Last Birthday
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So let me have the rouge again,  And comb my hair the curly way. The poor young men, the dear young men  They`ll all be here by noon today. And I shall wear the blue, I think-  They beg to touch its rippled lace; Or do they love me best in pink,  So sweetly flattering the face? And are you sure my eyes are bright,  And is it true my cheek is clear? Young what`s-his-name stayed half the night;  He vows to cut his throat, poor dear! So bring my scarlet slippers, then,  And fetch the powder-puff to me. The dear young men, the poor young men-  They think I`m only seventy!
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