<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=369111" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Well-Worn Story</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In April, in April,<br>My one love came along,<br>And I ran the slope of my high hill<br>To follow a thread of song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His eyes were hard as porphyry<br>With looking on cruel lands;<br>His voice went slipping over me<br>Like terrible silver hands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Together we trod the secret lane<br>And walked the muttering town.<br>I wore my heart like a wet, red stain<br>On the breast of a velvet gown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In April, in April,<br>My love went whistling by,<br>And I stumbled here to my high hill<br>Along the way of a lie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now what should I do in this place<br>But sit and count the chimes,<br>And splash cold water on my face<br>And spoil a page with rhymes?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dorothy+Parker">Dorothy Parker</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=369111" data-title="A Well-Worn Story de Dorothy Parker" data-description="In April, in April, My one love came along, And I ran the slope of my high hill To follow a thread of song. His eyes were hard as porphyry With looking on cruel lands; His voice went slipping over me Like terrible silver hands. Together we trod ..."></div> </div> </div>

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