Blackbird cake

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The king counts the money, the queen smears round buns that taste like cake with honey.

In the garden the girl spreads the laundry and twenty-four blackbirds come out of the pie.

The cook trembles:

Who put them here? But the birds sing and the king will smile.


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Yuliver

Gracias por digitalizar tan hermosas obras literarias , llore al leer nuevamente estás poesía de mi infancia yo crecí leyendo toda esta enciclopedia

gomkro1903

casi lloro con este texto tan hermoso

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