My love runs by like a day in June,– Dorothy Parker Posted by toby at November 17, 2003 08:11 PM
And he makes no friends of sorrows.
He'll tread his galloping rigadoon
In the pathway or the morrows.
He'll live his days where the sunbeams start
Nor could storm or wind uproot him.
My own dear love, he is all my heart —
And I wish somebody'd shoot him.