Neither Bloody Nor Bowed
Dorothy Parker
They say of me, and so they should, It’s doubtful if I come to good. I see acquaintances and friends Accumulating dividends, And making enviable names In science, art, and parlor games. But I, despite expert advice, Keep doing things I think are nice, And though to good I never come— Inseparable my nose and thumb!
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