VALUES

May 1934 Nancy Hale

VALUES NANCY HALE May 1934

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VALUES

May 1934 Nancy Hale

VALUES

NANCY HALE

Who loves my face loves only that Which fate and turpitude begat. Who loves my mind loves nothing more Than apples that are bad at core. Who loves my body is a fool, For flesh will rot and passions cool. None's wise enough to love my love— My own, which I have plenty of.

May 1934 | Vanity Fair

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