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Слушать(AI)The Vulture
The Vulture eats between his meals,
And that's the reason
He very, very, rarely
As well as you and I.
His eye is dull, his head is bald,
His neck is growing thinner.
Oh! what a lesson for us
To only eat at dinner!
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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