There once upon a time was a man who was partly Dave - he had a mission in life. 'I'm partly Dave' he would have growm in the morning which was half the battle. Over breakfast he would again say 'I am partly Dave' a voice would say in his way to work, which turned out to be a coloured conductor! 'It's alright for you.' Dave used to think, little realising the coloured problem.
Partly Dave was a raving salesman with the gift of the gob, which always unnerved Mary. 'I seem to have forgotten my bus fare, Cobber,' said Basubooo in a voice that bode not boot not realising the coloured problem himself really. 'O.K.' said partly Dave, humbly not wishing to offend. 'But would you like your daughter to marry one?' a voice seem to say as Dave lept off the bus like a burning spastic.
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JOHN LENNON In His Own Write
Short Story'this correction of short writty is the most wonderfoul larf I've ever ready' ABOUT THE AWFUL ---------- I was bored on the 9th of octover 1940 when, I believe, the nasties were still booming us led by Madalf Heatlump (who only had one). Any...
