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FuyuAsahi9 июня 2016 г.Pooh looked at his two paws. He knew that one of them was the right, and he knew that when you had decided which one of them was the right, then the other one was the left, but he never could remember how to begin.
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FuyuAsahi9 июня 2016 г.Читать далееNOISE
Oh, the butterflies are flying,
Now the winter days are dying,
And the primroses are trying
To be seen.And the turtle-doves are cooing,
And the woods are up and doing,
For the violets are blue-ing
In the green.Oh, the honey-bees are gumming
On their little wings, and humming
That the summer, which is coming
Will be fun.And the cows are almost cooing,
And the turtle-doves are mooing,
Which is why a Pooh is poohing
In the sun.For the spring is really springing,
You can see a skylark singing,
And the blue-bells, which are ringing,
Can be heard.And the cuckoo isn't cooing,
But he's cucking and he's ooing,
And a Pooh is simply poohing
Like a bird.6948
FuyuAsahi9 июня 2016 г."And that's the whole poem," he said. "Do you like it, Piglet?"
"All except the shillings," said Piglet. "I don't think they ought to be there."
"They wanted to come in after the pounds," explained Pooh, " so I let them. It is the best way to write poetry, letting things come."5765
FuyuAsahi9 июня 2016 г.Читать далееLINES WRITTEN BY A BEAR OF VERY LITTLE BRAIN
On Monday, when the sun is hot
I wonder to myself a lot:
“Now is it true, or is it not,”
“That what is which and which is what?”On Tuesday, when it hails and snows,
The feeling on me grows and grows
That hardly anybody knows
If those are these or these are those.On Wednesday, when the sky is blue,
And I have nothing else to do,
I sometimes wonder if it's true
That who is what and what is who.On Thursday, when it starts to freeze
And hoar-frost twinkles on the trees,
How very readily one sees
That these are whose—but whose are these?5746
Shiloh9 апреля 2014 г."Hallo, Rabbit," he said, "is that you?"
"Let's pretend it isn't," said Rabbit, "and see what happens".5849
Shiloh14 апреля 2014 г."When you wake up in the morning, Pooh," said Piglet at last, "what's the first thing you say to yourself?"
"What's for breakfast?" said Pooh. "What do you say, Piglet?"
"I say, I wonder what's going to happen exciting to-day?" said Piglet. Pooh nodded thoughtfully.
"It's the same thing," he said.4616
revol_junk14 ноября 2012 г.How sweet to be a Cloud
Floating in the Blue!
Every little Cloud.
Always sings aloud.4609

