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"what's 'venison', mum?" -
"it's deer, son" - "I don't care what
it costs, what is it?"...
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('Venison puffs, by any other name' (make your own jokes): 17 Syllables)
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Shifting hormone levels dictate our choice of fragrance, apparently.
All of which makes perfect scents...
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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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