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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.

Grab It While You Can — Grab Every Scrap Of Happiness While You Can

You Always Ought To Have Tom Cats Arranged, You Know - It Makes 'em More Companionable.

Labour Leaders Lead Us All, Though We Know They Bleed Us All. Cheer Our New Decline And Fall, Gibbon Might Have Dreamed It All.

It Is My Considered Opinion That The Human Race (soi Disant) Is Cruel, Idiotic, Sentimental, Predatory, Ungrateful, Ugly, Conceited And Egocentric To The Last Ditch And That The Occasional Discovery Of An Isolated Exception Is As Deliciously Surprising As Finding A Sudden Brazil Nut In What You Know To Be Five Pounds Of Vanilla Creams. These Glorious Moments, Although Not Making Life Actually Worth Living, Perhaps, At Least Make It Pleasanter.