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Слушать(AI)Tenuous and Precarious
Tenuous and
Were my guardians,
Precarious and Tenuous,
Two Romans.
My father was Hazardous,
Dear old man,
Three Romans.
There was my brother Spurious,
Spurious Posthumous,
Spurious was Spurious,
Was four Romans.
My husband was Perfidious,
He was
Five Romans.
Surreptitious, our son,
Was Surreptitious,
He was six Romans.
Our cat
Still lives,
Count not
Yet.
My name is Finis,
Finis,
Finis,
I am Finis,
Six, five, four, three, two,
One Roman,
Finis.
Stevie Smith
Florence Margaret Smith, known as Stevie Smith (20 September 1902 – 7 March 1971), was an English poet and novelist. She was awarded the Cholmon
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