Sort of apropos National Poetry Month, and more apropos other things.

[jennaria]

Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song,
a medley of extemporanea,
and love is a thing that can never go wrong --
and I am Marie of Romania.

-- Dorothy Parker

I spent all of Tuesday with the last three lines of that floating around in my head, and could not for the life of me remember the first, beyond 'life is a something de something of song.' Came up with several alternatives, too, none of which were correct.

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[kiya]

Oddly, I spent Tuesday, or at least some day this week, reciting that to KJ.


(Also, I have a DW account already, but it's for professional stuff. In theory.)

[jennaria]

Perhaps it was just something about Tuesday.

(If you decide you'd like an extra, I still have the codes. :-D)