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воскресенье, 25 ноября 2018 г.

December by K. Pyle 
             - 1890 -
My work
On Christmas day, when fires were lit,
And all our breakfasts done,
We spread our toys out on the floor
And played there in the sun.
The nursery smelled of Christmas tree,
And under where it stood
The shepherds watched their flocks of sheep,
– All made of painted wood.