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Слушать(AI)The Jungle Husband
Dearest Evelyn,
I often think of
Out with the guns in the jungle
Yesterday I hittapotamusI put the measurements down for you but they got lost in the
It's not a good thing to drink out
You know,
I've practically given it up dear.
Tomorrow I am going alone a long
Into the jungle.
It is all
But green on
Only sometimes when a tree has
The sun comes down plop, it is quite appalling.
You never want to go in a jungle
In the hot sun, it would be the act of a
Because it's always full of anacondas,
Evelyn, not looking ill-fedI'll say.
So no more now, from your loving husband Wilfred.
Stevie Smith
Florence Margaret Smith, known as Stevie Smith (20 September 1902 – 7 March 1971), was an English poet and novelist. She was awarded the Cholmon
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