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Poems about smallpox.
The ice melts,
Spring has arrived.
The little boy opened
Give beauty to my country.
I'm a little boy,
If I open, it means spring.
Our heads are spinning,
Hem hem hem hem hem hem.
When the flower comes in spring,
A little boy will appear.
When picked up,
All will be cheerful.
✍️: Islamova Mukambar