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when the apple of
your eye calls you her ugli
fruit, you know it's love...
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(17 Syllables)
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Who says Joan Bakewell is 'the thinking man's
crumpet'? She's a Bakewell, right? Doesn't that
make her 'the thinking man's tart'?...
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78% of Gallup pole-dancers are now embarrassed
to be associated with a certain Prime Minister. No
names, no pack-drill...
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No quid pro quo in Trump's phone call to Ukraine?
Withholding almost $400million in military aid prior
to the phone call makes that about 320million quid
pro quo, at the current rate of exchange...
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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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