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first course, second course,
golf course: the perfect three-course
meal, if you ask me...
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('And don't forget the sand wedges!: 17 Syllables)
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What's the point of watching blue movies if you're colour blind?
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Boris Johnson's language may be florid, but, hey - across the
pond in Mar-a-Lago, Trump's is even Florida, haha...
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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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