"My love runs by like a day in June, And he makes no friends of sorrows. He'll tread his galloping rigadoon In the pathway of the morrows. He'll live his days where the sunbeams start, Nor could storm or wind uproot him. My own dear love, he is all my heart, -- And I wish somebody'd shoot him."

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Source: Dorothy Parker (1936). “Not So Deep as a Well”, Macmillan Company of Canada

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Dorothy Parker

Poet, Writer, Critic

Dorothy Parker was a renowned American poet, critic, and satirist known for her sharp wit and insightful commentary on love and society.

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