Chapters 15
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1 01 - Recurrence - Read by AG 1:11
Recurrence by Dorothy Parker. Read for LibriVox.org by Andrew Gantz.
We shall have our little day, Take my hand and travel still Round and round of the little way, Up and down the little hill. It is good to love again, Scan the renovated skies, Dip and drive the idling pen, Sweetly tint the paling lies. Trace the dripping, pierced heart, speak the fair, insistent verse, vow to God, and slip apart, little better, little worse. Would we need not know before how shall end this prettiness? One of us must love the more, one of us shall love the less. Thus it is, and so it goes, we shall have our day, my dear. Where unwilling dies the rose, buds the new another year.
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2 02 - Recurrence - Read by AH 1:14
little way Up and down the little hill It is good to love again Scan the renovated skies Dip and drive the idling pen Sweetly tint the paling lies. Trace the dripping, pierced heart. Speak the fair, insistent verse. Vow to God and slip apart. Little better, little worse. Would we need not know before how shall end this prettiness? One of us must love the more. One of us shall love the less. Thus it is, and so it goes. We shall have our day, my dear, where, unwilling, dies the rose buds the new another year.
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3 03 - Recurrence - Read by BK 1:28
Recurrence by Dorothy Parker. Read for LibriVox.org by Bruce Gachock.
We shall have our little day. Take my hand and travel still. Round and round the little way. Up and down the little hill. It is good to love again. Scan the renovated skies. Dip and drive the idling pen, Sweetly tint the paling lies, Trace the dripping, pierced heart, Speak the fair, insistent verse, Vow to God and slip apart, Little better, little worse. Would we need not know before, How shall end this prettiness? One of us must love the more, one of us shall love the less. Thus it is, and so it goes. We shall have our day, my dear, where, unwilling, dies the rose, buds the new another year.
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4 04 - Recurrence - Read by BW 1:14
Recurrence by Dorothy Parker. Read for LibriVox.org by Brianna Williams. We shall have our little day. Take my hand and travel still, Round and round the little way, Up and down the little hill. It is good to love again, Scan the renovated skies, Dip and drive the idling pen, Sweetly tint the paling lies. Trace the dripping, pierced heart. Speak the fair, insistent verse. Vow to God and slip apart. Little better, little worse. Would we need not know before how shall end this prettiness? One of us must love the more. One of us shall love the less. Thus it is, and so it goes. We shall have our day, my dear, where Unwilling dies the rose, buds the new another year.
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5 05 - Recurrence - Read by CZ 1:10
Recurrence by Dorothy Parker. Read for LibriVox.org by Sandra. We shall have our little day. Take my hand and travel still, round and round the little way, up and down the little hill. It is good to love again, scan the renovated skies, dip and drive the idling pen, sweetly tint the paling lies. Trace the dripping, pierced heart. Speak the fair, insistent verse. Vow to God, and slip apart. Little better, little worse. Would we need not know before how shall end this prettiness. One of us must love the more. One of us shall love the less. Thus it is, and so it goes. We shall have our day, my dear. Where, unwilling, dies the rose, Buds the new another year.
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6 06 - Recurrence - Read by DKOF 0:55
Take my hand and travel still, round and round the little way, up and down the little hill. It is good to love again, scan the renovated skies, dip and drive the idling pen, sweetly tint the paling lies. Trace the dripping, pierced heart, speak the fair, insistent verse, vow to God and slip apart, little better, little worse. Would we need not know before how shall end this prettiness? One of us must love the more. One of us shall love the less. Thus it is, and so it goes. We shall have our day, my dear. Where unwilling dies the rose, buds the new another year.
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7 07 - Recurrence - Read by JM 1:01
Recurrence by Dorothy Parker. Read for LibriVox.org by Jason Mayhoff. We shall have our little day. Take my hand and travel still round and round the little way, up and down the little hill. It is good to love again, scan the renovated skies, dip and drive the idling pen, sweetly tint the paling lies. Trace the dripping, pierced heart, speak the fair, insistent verse, vow to God, and slip apart. Little better, little worse. Would we need not know before how shall end this prettiness? One of us must love the more, one of us shall love the less. Thus it is, and so it goes. We shall have our day, my dear, where, unwilling, dies the rose, buds the new, another year.
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8 08 - Recurrence - Read by JNR 0:58
Recurrence by Dorothy Parker. Read for LibriVox.org by Jordan Rempel. We shall have our little day. Take my hand and travel still round and round the little way, up and down the little hill. It is good to love again. Scan the renovated skies. Dip and drive the idling pen. Sweetly tint the paling lies. Trace the dripping, pierced heart. Speak the fair, insistent verse. Vow to God and slip apart. Little better, little worse. Would we need not know before how shall end this prettiness? One of us must love the more, and one of us shall love the less. Thus it is, and so it goes. We shall have our day, my dear, where unwilling dies the rose, buds the new, another year.
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9 09 - Recurrence - Read by KLA 1:29
Recurrence by Dorothy Parker. Read for LibriVox.org by Kerry Adams. Your Book Voice. On the 19th of January in Mesa, Arizona. We shall have our little day. Take my hand and travel still, round and round the little way, up and down the little hill. It is good to love again. Scan the renovated skies. Dip and drive the idling pen. Sweetly tint the paling lies. Trace the dripping, pierced heart. Speak the fair, insistent verse. Bow to God and slip apart. Little better, little worse. Would we need not know before? How shall end this prettiness? One of us must love the more, one of us shall love the less. Thus it is, and so it goes. We shall have our day, my dear, where unwilling dies the rose, buds the new another year.
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10 10 - Recurrence - Read by KZ 1:11
We shall have our little day, take my hand and travel still, round and round the little way, up and down the little hill. It is good to love again, scan the renovated skies, dip and drive the idling pen, sweetly tint the paling lies. Trace the dripping, pierced heart. Speak the fair, insistent verse. Vow to God and slip apart. Little better, little worse. Would we need not know before how shall end this prettiness? One of us must love the more. One of us shall love the less. Thus it is, and so it goes. We shall have our day, my dear. Where unwilling. Dies the rose, buds the new, another year.
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11 11 - Recurrence - Read by LS 1:16
Round and round the little way, Up and down the little hill. It is good to love again, Scan the renovated skies, Dip and dive the idling pen, Sweetly tint the paling lies. Trace the dripping, pierced heart. Speak the fair, insistent verse. Thou to God, and slip apart. Little better, little worse. Would we need not know before? How shall end this prettiness? One of us must love the more. One of us shall love the less. Thus it is, and so it goes. We shall have our day, my dear, where, unwilling, dies the rose, buds the new another year.
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12 12 - Recurrence - Read by LV 1:15
We shall have our little day, take my hand and travel still, round and round the little way, up and down the little hill. It is good to love again, scan the renovated skies, dip and drive the idling pen, sweetly tint the paling lies. Trace the dripping, pierced heart. Speak the fair, insistent verse. Bow to God, and slip apart. Little better, little worse. Would we need not know before, how shall end this prettiness? One of us must love the more. One of us shall love the less. Thus it is, and so it goes. We shall have our day, my dear. Where unwilling dies the rose, buds the new another year.
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13 13 - Recurrence - Read by MLM 1:18
Recurrence by Dorothy Parker. Read for LibriVox.org by M. Lee. We shall have our little day. Take my hand and travel still. Round and round the little way. Up and down the little hill. It is good to love again. Scan the renovated skies. Dip and drive with idling pen. Sweetly tint the paling lies. Trace the dripping, pierced heart. Speak the fair, insistent verse. Vow to God and slip apart. Little better, little worse. Would we need not know before? How shall end this prettiness? One of us must love the more. One of us shall love the less. Thus it is, and so it goes. We shall have our day, my dear, Where unwilling dies the rose, Buds the new another year.
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14 14 - Recurrence - Read by RAR 1:21
Take my hand and travel still, Round and round the little way, Up and down the little hill. It is good to love again. Scan the renovated skies. Dip and drive the idling pen, sweetly tint the paling lies. Trace the dripping, pierced heart. Speak the fair, insistent verse. Vow to God, and slip apart. Little better, little worse. Would we need not know before how shall end this prettiness? One of us must love the more. One of us shall love the less. Thus it is, and so it goes. We shall have our day, my dear, where, unwilling, dies the rose, buds the new another year.
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15 15 - Recurrence - Read by RJ 1:11
We shall have our little day, Take my hand and travel still Round and round the little way Up and down the little hill. It is good to love again, Scan the renovated skies, Dip and drive the idling pen, Sweetly tint the falling lies. Trace the dripping, pierced heart. Speak the fair, insistent verse. Bow to God, and slip apart. Little better, little worse. Would we need not know before, how shall end this prettiness? One of us must love the more, one of us shall love the less. Thus it is, and so it goes, we shall have our day, my dear. Where, unwilling, dies the rose, Buds the new another year.