There was a young lady of Kent, Who always said just what she meant; People said, "She's a dear, So unique, so sincere," But they shunned her by common consent.
There once was a true lady Who was always nice and ready To adjust and not be fighting And she had but one good nightie So she didn't spoil her bedding.
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Who was always nice and ready
To adjust and not be fighting
And she had but one good nightie
So she didn't spoil her bedding.
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Памяти не надо...
Просто быть и не тужить -
Я, мол, жизни рада...
Написалось поутру
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