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"Man, I'm handsome," I
said. (I'd made my bed, so I
had to lie on it)
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(17 Syllables)
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Up, down, up, down, up down: my dad, in his 70s, keeps
fit by lifting a book above his head 20 times a day. He
calls it his exercise book. (His jokes match his dancing)
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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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