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  • Грибы


    Рос яркий Мухомор среди лесной полянки.
    Бросался всем в глаза его нахальный вид:
    — Смотрите на меня! Заметней нет поганки!
    Как я красив! Красив и ядовит!
    А Белый Гриб в тени под елочкой молчал.
    И потому его никто не замечал…


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