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Слушать(AI)The Jackfruit
I am like a jackfruit on the tree.
To taste you must plug me quick, while fresh:the skin rough, the pulp thick, yes,but oh,
I warn you against touching —the rich juice will gush and stain your
Translated by Nguyen Ngoc Bich
Ho Xuan Huong
Хо Суан Хыонг (вьетн. Hồ Xuân Hương, тьы-ном 胡春香)[1][2] — вьетнамская поэтесса, именуемая «царицей вьетнамской поэзии»
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