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Слушать(AI)The Hippopotamus
I shoot the
With bullets made of platinum,
Because if I use leaden
His hide is sure to flatten 'em.
Hilaire Belloc
Joseph Hilaire Pierre René Belloc (27 July 1870[1] – 16 July 1953) was a British-French writer and historian and one of the most prolific writer
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