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Grandmother Mol has provasoli all night
Nice vocatum on holiday socks.
Long labored behind the spokes Mol,
So tired - rubbed corn.

Finally, woolen clothes
Fully bound, stitched, ready.
- Miracle socks! - exclaimed the children,
Eating a piece of plain with a vest.

Very tasty down vest
Was on the old girl today wearing.

Poems about insects: sorting
the names of the authors

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