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Слушать(AI)Bones
Said Mr.
Smith, “I really
Tell you,
Dr.
Jones—The most peculiar pain I’m in—I think it’s in my bones.”Said Dr.
Jones, “Oh,
Mr.
Smith,
That’s nothing.
Without
We have a simple cure for that;
It is to take them out.”He laid forthwith poor Mr.
Close-clamped upon the table,
And, cold as stone, took out his
As fast as he was able.
Smith said, “Thank you, thank you, thank you,”And wished him a good-day;
And with his parcel ‘neath his
He slowly moved away.
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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