




I think this selection of covers provides insight into The Walrus's big picture.
Update: Jon Kay sings:
I am me as you can see 'cuz you aren't me
As now I reposition.
See me in flight from my time on the right,
Watch how I soar:
I'm flying.
Sitting at the Ceeb now waitin' for my cheques to come.
Freelanced Justin's memoirs,
(Stupid bloody Ezra.
Man you been a haughty boy. You let your mouth run off.)
I was the NatPo, I was the NatPo.
I'm at The Walrus,
Coo coo ca choo!...
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