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Слушать(AI)In A Bath Teashop
"Let us not speak, for the love we bear one another—Let us hold hands and look."She such a very ordinary little woman;
He such a thumping crook;
But both, for a moment, little lower than the
In the teashop's ingle-nook.
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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