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The Air Is Like A Draught Of Wine. The Undertaker Cleans His Sign, The Hull Express Goes Off The Line, When It's Raspberry Time In Runcorn.

Passion In A Dromedary Doesn't Go So Deep; A Camel When It's Mating Never Sobs Itself To Sleep.

Someday I Suspect, When Jesus Has Definitely Got Me For A Sunbeam, My Works May Be Adequately Assessed.

There's Always Something Fishy About The French.

Good Heavens, Television Is Something You Appear On; You Don't Watch.