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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=369186" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ninon De Lenclos, On Her Last Birthday</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=369186" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">So let me have the rouge again,<br> And comb my hair the curly way.<br>The poor young men, the dear young men<br> They'll all be here by noon today.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=369186" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And I shall wear the blue, I think-<br> They beg to touch its rippled lace;<br>Or do they love me best in pink,<br> So sweetly flattering the face?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=369186" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And are you sure my eyes are bright,<br> And is it true my cheek is clear?<br>Young what's-his-name stayed half the night;<br> He vows to cut his throat, poor dear!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=369186" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">So bring my scarlet slippers, then,<br> And fetch the powder-puff to me.<br>The dear young men, the poor young men-<br> They think I'm only seventy!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Dorothy+Parker">Dorothy Parker</a></strong></div>

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