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Слушать(AI)Five Little Toes In The Morning
This little toe is hungry—This little toe is too,
This toe lies abed like a sleepy head,
And this toe cries "Boo-hoo."This toe big and tall is the smartest of
For he pops into stocking and shoe.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (November 5, 1850 – October 30, 1919) was an American author and poet. Her works include Poems of Passion and Solitude, whic
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