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2 comments:
And you should see the garish leering visage of Gough Whitlam as you come up the Trades Hall stairs. Like Lenin, only less moustachey.
Those horny handed sons of Toil sure have their priorities right.
Personally I would prefer a Jazz Band playing Ragtime tunes to drown out the sound of other people's "business"
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