Indian Summer
by Dorothy Parker
In youth, it was a way I had
To do my best to please,
And change, with every passing lad,
To suit his theories.
But now I know the things I know,
And do the things I do;
And if you do not like me so,
To hell, my love, with you!
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The best ones not only love you for who you are they naturally bring out the best in you. The best ones are worth waiting for.
Amen, sista!
Love it. How true it is, How true it is.
So true! And with you what is there not to love?
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