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Men I'm Not Married To
Men I'm Not Married To
Men I'm Not Married To
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Men I'm Not Married To

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This is a satirical book from the Academy Award nominated author – Dorothy Parker. The book describes men that the author herself knew, who are chatty, fatuous and often petty. Full with wit and humorous remarks the book proves her literary output as a "wisecracker".
LanguageEnglish
Publishere-artnow
Release dateApr 9, 2020
ISBN4064066053567
Men I'm Not Married To
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Dorothy Parker

Dorothy Parker (1893-1967) wrote short stories for The New Yorker for 30 years. She was married to Edwin Pond Parker II, once, and to Alan Campbell, twice. Upon her death she left her estate to Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. She also provided that in the event of his death, her estate would pass on to the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People.

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Men I'm Not Married To - Dorothy Parker

Dorothy Parker

Men I'm Not Married To

e-artnow, 2020

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EAN 4064066053567

Table of Contents

MEN I’M NOT MARRIED TO

L’Envoi

Freddie

Mortimer

Raymond

Charlie

Lloyd

Henry

Joe

Oliver

Albert

MEN

I’M NOT MARRIED TO

Table of Contents

No matter where my route may lie,

No matter whither I repair,

In brief—no matter how or why

Or when I go, the boys are there.

On lane and byways, street and square,

On alley, path and avenue,

They seem to spring up everywhere—

The men I am not married to.

I watch them as they pass me by;

At each in wonderment I stare,

And, but for heaven’s grace, I cry,

There goes the guy whose name I’d wear!

They represent no species rare,

They walk and talk as others do;

They’re fair to see—but only fair—

The men I am not married to.

I’m sure that to a mother’s eye

Is each potentially

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