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She liked the novels since her young,

They opened universe to her,

And she preferred illusions’ tongue

Of Richardson and J. Russo.

Her dad was always nice and straight,

In the passed century delayed;

Be ware of books he had no ground

And never reading them had found

That they were just a hollow toy.

He absolutely did not mind,

What was that secret volume kind,

Which his shy daughter did enjoy.

So far as for his pleasant wife,

She was with Richardson in love.