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Dorothy Parker - Wail
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   Love has gone a-rocketing. 
        That is not the worst; 
    I could do without the thing, 
        And not be the first. 

    Joy has gone the way it came. 
        That is nothing new; 
    I could get along the same, — 
        Many people do. 

    Dig for me the narrow bed, 
      Now I am bereft. 
  All my pretty hates are dead, 
      And what have I left?
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