Posted on 31 December, 2020 by thebestnchic Anecdote by Dorothy Parker So silent I when Love was by He yawned, and turned away; But Sorrow clings to my apron-strings, I have so much to say. Share this:TwitterFacebookMoreLinkedInRedditTumblrPinterestWhatsApp Related Post navigationPrevious post: Dora Sigerson ShorterNext post: A Very Short Song