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Fulfillment

For this my mother wrapped me warm,

And called me home against the storm,

And coaxed my infant nights to quiet,

And gave me roughage in my diet,

And tucked me in my bed at eight,

And clipped my hair, and marked my weight,

And watched me as I sat and stood:

That I might grow to

To hear a whistle and drop my

And break my heart to clattering bits.

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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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