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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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Alysson of the House Meh, the First of her name, the Writer, Queen of the Ornery and the Rabble Rousers, Cracker of Wise, Slinger of Snark, and Breaker of Egos.

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