Poems about smallpox
Poems about smallpox. The ice is melting and spring has arrived. The little house has opened, giving beauty to my country. I'm a little boy, If I open it means spring. Our heads are spinning, picking up skirts and skirts. When a flower comes in, it's spring, and a flower will appear. When you catch it, everything will be happy. ✍️: Islamova Mukambar
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