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Слушать(AI)I Saw A Jolly Hunter
I saw a jolly
With a jolly
Walking in the
In the jolly sun.
In the jolly
Sat a jolly hare.
Saw the jolly hunter.
Took jolly care.
Hunter jolly eager-Sight of jolly prey.
Forgot gun
Wrong jolly way.
Jolly hunter jolly
Over heels gone.
Jolly old safety
Not jolly on.
Bang went the jolly gun.
Hunter jolly dead.
Jolly hare got clean away.
Jolly good,
I said.
Charles Causley
Charles Stanley Causley (24 August 1917 – 4 November 2003) was a Cornish poet, schoolmaster and writer. His work is often noted for its simplici
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