Mortal Enemy
Dorothy Parker
Let another cross his way— She’s the one will do the weeping! Little need I fear he’ll stray Since I have his heart in keeping— Let another hail him dear— Little chance that he’ll forget me! Only need I curse and fear Her he loved before he met me.
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