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Слушать(AI)Dear Grif
"Dear Grif, Here is a whiff Of beautiful spring flowers; The big red rose Is for your nose, As toward the sky it towers. "Oh, do not frown Upon this crown Of green pinks and blue geranium But think of me When this you see, And put it on your cranium."
Louisa May Alcott
Louisa May Alcott (November 29, 1832 – March 6, 1888) was an American novelist, short story writer and poet best known as the author of the nove
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