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The fugitives invaded me in the sixties series somewhere on TV, one armed bandits one eyed half wits we watched it all Janssen Thinnes and that lot on the bins for a touch of class. Alf Garnett he could be a gas and Irma down the Street with her coronation chicken feet. Taken over one channel at a time sublime? Well it was all in Black and White, so we could tell the day from night, but not real life you understand just pictures on a screen now repeated though I have seen them all before I watch again I so adore **** York Samantha, wiggling her nose Bouquets of barbed wire tied to a rose. Top cat smarter than Kojak and the Flintstones in their dream homes down in Bedrock. Knock me up some dreams to dream and I'll scream ****** Norman Bates Hitchcock laughed at those blind dates. Niven Cribbens Poppins moons and balloons and railway children who'll then tell me where it went then? Standing for the Anthem, auntie Beeb and then some chips and curry sauce of course it's how we rolled in Lancashire
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Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 4:18 PM UTC
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The fugitives invaded me in the sixties series somewhere on TV, one armed bandits one eyed half wits we watched it all Janssen Thinnes and that lot on the bins for a touch of class. Alf Garnett he could be a gas and Irma down the Street with her coronation chicken feet. Taken over one channel at a time sublime? Well it was all in Black and White, so we could tell the day from night, but not real life you understand just pictures on a screen now repeated though I have seen them all before I watch again I so adore **** York Samantha, wiggling her nose Bouquets of barbed wire tied to a rose. Top cat smarter than Kojak and the Flintstones in their dream homes down in Bedrock. Knock me up some dreams to dream and I'll scream ****** Norman Bates Hitchcock laughed at those blind dates. Niven Cribbens Poppins moons and balloons and railway children who'll then tell me where it went then? Standing for the Anthem, auntie Beeb and then some chips and curry sauce of course it's how we rolled in Lancashire
john-edward-smallshaw
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Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 4:18 PM UTC
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