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Слушать(AI)Miss T
It's a very odd thing - As odd can be -That whatever Miss T eats Turns into Miss T.;
Porridge and apples, Mince, muffins and mutton,
Jam, junket, jumbles - Not a rap, not a
It matters; the moment They're out of her plate,
Though shared by Miss Butcher And sour Mr.
Bate;
Tiny and cheerful, And neat as can be,
Whatever Miss T. eats Turns into Miss T.
Walter de la Mare
Walter John de la Mare (25 April 1873 – 22 June 1956) was an English poet, short story writer, and novelist. He is probably best remembered for
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