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My Upper Echelons

This is me, no airs, pretensions, nor put-ons Take me, squeeze me, slather my upper echelons May detect a wee whimper Now here comes the clincher Will sing Portugal's national anthem with timbre

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Judith S

Date: 12/19/2017 3:52:00 PM

And the banjo ... you should sing it with the banjo :)

Jack Ellison
Date: 12/19/2017 4:37:00 PM

Uh it's not a folkie kinda tune!!! More like a funeral dirge (I think) !!! xxx

Silent One

Date: 12/19/2017 1:17:00 PM

Haha... Can you really sing the anthem?

Jack Ellison
Date: 12/19/2017 4:32:00 PM

I'm singing it right now as loud as I can... you can't hear me??? Something must be wrong with the wires over the Atlantic!

Lim'Rik Flats

Date: 12/19/2017 9:01:00 AM

Holler timber before you fall it//Wait! Timbre is what you call it?//I'm confused//Nothing news'd//Now where's my whatchamacallit? SING ON PAVAROTTIJACKSONG!!!

Jack Ellison
Date: 12/19/2017 9:21:00 AM

Hmph! Pavarotti took lessons from ME!!! It's not a publicly known fact but also helped Sinatra, Crosby and Como!!! Yet I'm still humble!