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Слушать(AI)Dirty Jim
RE was one little Jim, 'Tis reported of him,
And must be to his lasting disgrace,
That he never was
With hands at all clean,
Nor yet ever clean was his face.
His friends were much
To see so much dirt,
And often they made him quite clean;
But all was in vain,
He got dirty again,
And not at all fit to be seen.
It gave him no
To hear them complain,
Nor his own dirty clothes to survey:
His indolent
No pleasure could
In tidy and wholesome array. The idle and bad,
Like this little lad,
May love dirty ways, to be sure;
But good boys are
To be decent and clean,
Although they are ever so poor.
Ann Taylor
Ann Taylor (30 January 1782 – 20 December 1866) was an English poet and literary critic. She gained long-lasting popularity in her youth as a wr
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