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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=369254" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Little Old Lady in Lavender Silk</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was seventy-seven, come August,<br>I shall shortly be losing my bloom;<br>I've experienced zephyr and raw gust<br>And (symbolical) flood and simoom.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When you come to this time of abatement,<br>To this passing from Summer to Fall,<br>It is manners to issue a statement<br>As to what you got out of it all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So I'll say, though reflection unnerves me<br>And pronouncements I dodge as I can,<br>That I think (if my memory serves me)<br>There was nothing more fun than a man!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In my youth, when the crescent was too wan<br>To embarrass with beams from above,<br>By the aid of some local Don Juan<br>I fell into the habit of love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I learned how to kiss and be merry- an<br>Education left better unsung.<br>My neglect of the waters Pierian<br>Was a scandal, when Grandma was young.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though the shabby unbalanced the splendid,<br>And the bitter outmeasured the sweet,<br>I should certainly do as I then did,<br>Were I given the chance to repeat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For contrition is hollow and wraithful,<br>And regret is no part of my plan,<br>And I think (if my memory's faithful)<br>There was nothing more fun than a man!</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>
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I shall shortly be losing my bloom;
I've experienced zephyr and raw gust
And (symbolical) flood and simoom.

When you come to this time of abatement,
To this passing from Summer to Fall,
It is manners to issue a s..."></div>
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