Get Up (I Feel Like Being A) Fax Machine
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"Nice to see you, to see you nice. I'm the leader of the pack, which makes me such a lucky Jack. Now here they are, they're so appealing; come on dollies, do your dealing."
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- Betty Turpin - Highwaywoman; Harry Secombe - High...
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4 comments:
It is wonderful, Paul--I love it!
How delightful it would look enlarged, framed and mounted upon a wall in some cozy little house!
Marvelous!
Fax yourself on over here, then. ;)
Over where?
This desert in which I temporarily make my abode, although I pray you would find an oasis amidst it whilst in my company.
If you accept this invitation, do not neglect to bring the green mask, four Quorn burgers and a wrinkled shirt, as you well know that one of my dearest fantasies is to iron for you.
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