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A PROMISING OUTLOOK

By

WHIM WHAM

These Promised Lands, Flowing with Milk and Honey And Oil and Wine — Of course it All costs Money! Think of a Figure, Multiply by Ten — Up goes the Price. You’ll have to think again.

Where lies the Land? Who knows the Way to get There'.’ Who pays the Rates.

And services the Debt there? Shall we be rich, And feasted on Arrival — Or Castaways, only Thankful for Survival?

These Promised Lands, What if They all came true? I’ll settle for ONE If it's all the Same to You! Call it Muldoonia, Rowlingland if you can — If you’ve never penetrated " Darkest Beethamistan.

That Promised Land, And where do You go from There? Briefly, you don't! It’s more than You can bear — Before You know how The Promises went wrong. You’re back where You started - It won’t take long!

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Press, 14 November 1981, Page 14

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143

A PROMISING OUTLOOK Press, 14 November 1981, Page 14

A PROMISING OUTLOOK Press, 14 November 1981, Page 14