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Слушать(AI)Granny
Through every nook and every
The wind blew in on poor old
Around her knees, into each ear(And up her nose as well,
I fear)All through the night the wind grew
It nearly made the vicar
The top had fallen off the
Just missing him (and other people)It blew on man, it blew on
It blew on nun, it blew on
It blew the wig off Auntie Fanny-But most of all, it blew on Granny!
Spike Milligan
Terence Alan "Spike" Milligan KBE (16 April 1918 – 27 February 2002) was a British-Irish actor, comedian, writer, poet and playwright. The son o
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