
A Very Short Song
Once, when I was young and true,
Someone left me sad-
Broke my brittle heart in two;
And that is very bad.
Love is for unlucky folk,
Love is but a curse.
Once there was a heart I broke;
And that, I think, is worse.
- Dorothy Parker
Random prattling about single life in the early-40's, art, culture, books and reading in general, antiques, estate sales, history of the early 20th Century and anything else that happens to take my fancy on a daily, weekly, or monthly basis.
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