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mum's got green fingers -
she can't garden, mind - she's just
a clumsy painter...
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('Four Coats': 17 Syllables)
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One thing about self-isolation: never before have
I blown so many kisses and so little money!...
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'tis better to blow a single kiss to one, than a
thousand pounds on many...
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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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