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Слушать(AI)Beds To The Front Of Them
"Beds to the front of them, Beds to the right of them, Beds to the left of them, Nobody blundered. Beamed at by hungry souls, Screamed at with brimming bowls, Steamed at by army rolls, Buttered and sundered. With coffee not cannon plied, Each must be satisfied, Whether they lived or died; All the men wondered."
Louisa May Alcott
Louisa May Alcott (November 29, 1832 – March 6, 1888) was an American novelist, short story writer and poet best known as the author of the nove
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I am the monarch of the Sea, The ruler of the Queen's Navee,-- When at anchor here I ride, My bosom swells with pride, And I snap my fingers at a foeman's taunts And so do his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts His sisters and his cousin...
Gingerbread
Gingerbread, Go to the head Your task is done; A soul is won Take it and go Where muffins grow, Where sweet loaves rise To the very skies, And biscuits fair Perfume the air Away, away
The Rock And The Bubble
Oh a bare, brown Stood up in the sea, The waves at its
Fairy Song
The moonlight fades from flower and And the stars dim one by one; The tale is told, the song is sung, And the Fairy feast is done
