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They Part

They Part

And if, my friend, you’d have it end,
There’s naught to hear or tell.
But need you try to black my eye
In wishing me farewell.

Though I admit an edged wit
In woe is warranted,
May I be frank? . . . Such words as “-“
Are better left unsaid.

There’s rosemary for you and me;
But is it usual, dear,
To hire a man, and fill a van
By way of souvenir?



Poem They Part - Dorothy Parker
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