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Harvey Brown

Harvey Brown
Went up town
In his mother's dressing gown
High heel shoes and a feathered hat
With a boiler suit on top of all that
It did no harm
Kept him warm
And no one noticed he was big and fat
When he up dressed like that
Harvey Brown loved his mum
She was his real best chum
Didn't find his cross dressing
To be too depressing
So long as he didn't stretch or lose
Any of her best shoes
She helped him choose which pair
He could comfortably wear
She stayed in bed all day
When her robe was away
She did her best
Just to rest
And not be down
When her dressing gown
Was up town
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