For A Favorite Granddaughter by Dorothy Parker
Never love a simple lad, Guard against a wise, Shun a timid youth and sad, Hide from haunted eyes.
Never hold your heart in pain For an evil-doer; Never flip it down the lane To a gifted wooer.
Never love a loving son, Nor a sheep astray; Gather up your skirts and run From a tender way.
Never give away a tear, Never toss a pine; Should you heed my words, my dear, You're no blood of mine!
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