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Early on Sunday morning
Peter the Tim called.
And said that will be the case,
So he didn't leave.

What's for dinner and leave
My mom and dad to my aunt Masha,
He comes with a big box
And then we'll talk.

After an hour, and even earlier
Ran! What happened next?
Further with him went to the yard.
Petka crept like a thief.
The stones all leg kicked,
And... she was silent.

Suddenly, turning curbs,
The Bank dropped from his hands,
Shouted: " What yawn!? Here it is!..
This beetle!

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