
POETS IN SOLOMIANSKYI
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‘It’s only the Red King snoring,’ said Tweedledee. ‘Come and look at him!’ the brothers cried, and they took each one of Alice’s hands, and led her up to where the King was sleeping. ‘Isn’t he a lovely sight?’ said Tweedledum. Alice couldn’t say honestly that he was. He had a tall […]