Grown Up by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Grown Up by Edna St. Vincent Millay

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Hah!

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?

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