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Dorothy Parker - Pour Prendre Conge
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I`m sick of embarking in dories
  Upon an emotional sea.
I`m wearied of playing Dolores
  (A role never written for me).

I`ll never again like a cub lick
  My wounds while I squeal at the hurt.
No more I`ll go walking in public,
  My heart hanging out of my shirt.

I`m tired of entwining me garlands
  Of weather-worn hemlock and bay.
I`m over my longing for far lands-
  I wouldn`t give that for Cathay.

I`m through with performing the ballet
  Of love unrequited and told.
Euterpe, I tender you vale;
  Good-by, and take care of that cold.

I`m done with this burning and giving
  And reeling the rhymes of my woes.
And how I`ll be making my living,
  The Lord in His mystery knows.
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