Sayyareena

Who am I? I'm the luckiest woman alive. It may not look that way, but let me tell you why: I have no gold or fancy dresses, No money, but a lot of bills to pay. Life may not be too exciting, And when it is...I'm too sick to play. But if you ask me, I have to say: I'm The Luckiest Woman Alive Today, I have no worries and no fear, I am happy and free I am ME.
Sayyareena

Interior by Dorothy Parker Her mind lives in a quiet room, A narrow room, and tall, With pretty lamps to quench the gloom And mottoes on the wall. There all the things are waxen neat And set in decorous lines; And there are posies, round and sweet, And little, straightened vines. Her mind lives tidily, apart From cold and noise and pain, And bolts the door against her heart, Out wailing in the rain.

Observation by Dorothy Parker If I don't drive around the park, I'm pretty sure to make my mark. If I'm in bed each night by ten. I may get back my looks again. If I abstain from fun and such. I'll probably amount to much; But I shall stay the way I am. Because I do not give a damn.
Theory by Dorothy Parker Into love and out again, Thus I went, and thus I go. Spare your voice, and hold your pen Well and bitterly I know All the songs were ever sung, All the words were ever said; Could it be, when I was young, Some one dropped me on my head?
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