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Grown Up by Edna St. Vincent Millay


Grown Up
Edna St. Vincent Millay

Was it for this I uttered prayers,
And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs,
That now, domestic as a plate,
I should retire at half-past eight?

Comments (2)

  • Asleep at 8:30, I don’t know but it sounds like a pretty sweet deal to me.

  • veronica

    you’ve been gone for quite a while. i miss your poems. should i be worried?


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