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Статья Общество Конкурс Эссе Multimedia Персональные Стихотворения Пресса Проза _QUOTE Сценарии | ||||||
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There was once a little boy
lonely, grump, depressed and coy. so the days come one by one poor boy, spitting on fun. long time passed and near him came a red blue submarine. some jump out of this old sink boy said : "look, there's my new jinx!" there it was, a little girl, smiling by her blond long curl. so the little boy went "boooo" but the girl said "i like you". hand in hand they seek out joy and they found the little toy. it was hidden straight inside just among sadness and pride. this is childhood in it's times gorgeous, free, ashaming rhymes.
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