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Godmother

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Written by: Dorothy Parker | Biography
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 The day that I was christened-
It's a hundred years, and more!-
A hag came and listened
At the white church door,
A-hearing her that bore me
And all my kith and kin
Considerately, for me,
Renouncing sin.
While some gave me corals, And some gave me gold, And porringers, with morals Agreeably scrolled, The hag stood, buckled In a dim gray cloak; Stood there and chuckled, Spat, and spoke: "There's few enough in life'll Be needing my help, But I've got a trifle For your fine young whelp.
I give her sadness, And the gift of pain, The new-moon madness, And the love of rain.
" And little good to lave me In their holy silver bowl After what she gave me- Rest her soul!


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