I have a bone to pick with Fate.  
 Come here and tell me, girlie,  
 Do you think my mind is maturing late,  
 Or simply rotted early?
'Lines on Facing Forty' (1942)
I have a bone to pick with Fate.  
 Come here and tell me, girlie,  
 Do you think my mind is maturing late,  
 Or simply rotted early?
'Lines on Facing Forty' (1942)