Who Has A New Camera

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Lost Highway

And is on the road?

Me. That's who.

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Comrade Chicken said…
If only he had the camera when he carved Jack, Jack The Pumpkin King...

Next time I shall offer you a crisp note with the Queen's mug as insurance against reneging on pre-booked dance card obligations. Another reason why I don't cook for a living. I like it too much for it to be a job.

Much love to you.
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