an almost accidental gathering of poets
 
   
 
 
Dorothy Parker
 
Indian Summer
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,
And do the things I do;
And if you do not like me so,
To hell, my love, with you!
   
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