Hi everyone 
Once, there was a poem contest. In final round, there ware only two participants: hill bill (not too educated, but smart) and Harvard graduated one. Their task was to create a poam with 'Timbuktu' word (city in west Africa, capital city of Mali).
First was Harvart guy:
Caravan, on a desert.
Man on a camel.
Two by two.
Destination Timbuktu.
Applause, everyone says: Yes, he is the winner. No doubt about that.
But there was still a hill bill turn. He steps on the podium, takes a microphone and starts his poem:
Tim and me a hunting went.
Met three woman in a tent.
Whey ware three and we ware two.
So I back one, and TimBackTwo.
Once, there was a poem contest. In final round, there ware only two participants: hill bill (not too educated, but smart) and Harvard graduated one. Their task was to create a poam with 'Timbuktu' word (city in west Africa, capital city of Mali).
First was Harvart guy:
Caravan, on a desert.
Man on a camel.
Two by two.
Destination Timbuktu.
Applause, everyone says: Yes, he is the winner. No doubt about that.
But there was still a hill bill turn. He steps on the podium, takes a microphone and starts his poem:
Tim and me a hunting went.
Met three woman in a tent.
Whey ware three and we ware two.
So I back one, and TimBackTwo.
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