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Слушать(AI)Frustration
If I had a shiny gun,
I could have a world of
Speeding bullets through the
Of the folk who give me pains;
Or had I some poison gas,
I could make the moments
Bumping off a number
People whom I do not love.
But I have no lethal weapon-Thus does Fate our pleasure step on!
So they still are quick and
Who should be, by rights, in hell.
Dorothy Parker
Dorothy Parker (née Rothschild; August 22, 1893 – June 7, 1967) was an American poet, writer, critic, and satirist based in New York; she was be
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