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Слушать(AI)The Microbe
The Microbe is so very
You cannot make him out at all,
But many sanguine people
To see him through a microscope.
His jointed tongue that lies beneathA hundred curious rows of teeth;
His seven tufted tails with
Of lovely pink and purple spots,
On each of which a pattern stands,
Composed of forty separate bands;
His eyebrows of a tender green;
All these have never yet been seen—But Scientists, who ought to know,
Assure us that they must be so….
Oh! let us never, never
What nobody is sure about!
Hilaire Belloc
Joseph Hilaire Pierre René Belloc (27 July 1870[1] – 16 July 1953) was a British-French writer and historian and one of the most prolific writer
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