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Слушать(AI)The Last Laugh
I made hay while the sun shone.
My work sold.
Now, if the harvest is
And the world cold,
Give me the bonus of
As I lose hold.
Sir John Betjeman
Sir John Betjeman CBE (/ˈbɛtʃəmən/; 28 August 1906 – 19 May 1984) was an English poet, writer, and broadcaster. He was Poet Laureate from 1972 u
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