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the only thing our
son wears out faster than his
shoes is his parents...
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("Thing? You call me a thing?": 17 Syllables)
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Another Mail on Sunday double: 1) When it comes
to colonialism, it seems all Rhodes no longer lead to
Rome, but invariably to Cecil... 2) I know Coleen
told Wayne to pack in his philandering. But seven
suitcases? That's a lot of philandering!.. (they both
make sense in context!)... (Vincent. Hefter (aka
Christina Schaffer, Mail on Sunday, August 9)
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Who needs to mix with thousands of other sun-
seekers? I'm off to the beech. It's at the end of our
garden - blessed solitude and my very own deck
chair!...
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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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