Quote by: Dorothy Parker

My love runs by like a day in June, And he makes no friends of sorrows. He'll tread his galloping rigadoon In the pathway of the morrows. He'll live his days where the sunbeams start, Nor could storm or wind uproot him. My own dear love, he is all my heart, -- And I wish somebody'd shoot him.


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Author Bio


  • NameDorothy Parker
  • DescriptionAmerican poet, short story writer, critic and satirist
  • AliasesDorothy Rothschild; Dot; Dottie
  • BornAugust 22, 1893
  • DiedJune 7, 1967
  • CountryUnited States Of America
  • ProfessionColumnist; Poet; Screenwriter; Writer