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Слушать(AI)To A Ten-Months Child
Late arrival,
One would think of blaming
For hesitating so.
Who, setting his hand to
At a door so strange as this one,
Might not draw back?
Donald Justice
(August 12, 1925 – August 6, 2004) was an American teacher of writing and poet who won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1980. In summing up Just
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