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learn to hate life: you
won't live forever - but, hey,
it'll seem like it...
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(17 Syllables)
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Footballers - they're not the sharpest tools in the box (not even the penalty box, haha): a story from today's press (only slightly re-arranged)
Travelling on the London Underground today, England football manager Roy Hodgson tells an ageing Rio Ferdinand it's the end of the line. "How do you mean?" asks Rio, "there are still 4 stops to go"...
Who doesn't like a 3-liner? (Quite a few of you don't, apparently.) Well, I'll have you know that many a critic has said of my work "at least it's in English" - and as for the great Stephen Fry, he once said of me "Vincent who?" Let's just say I supply the litter to the litterati [sic - but only at times] - ie: I write rubbish. But rubbish mostly inspired by the HAIKU, the 17th Century Japanese verse form consisting of 3 lines and 17 (5-7-5) syllables. (WARNING: flash photography and limericks)
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