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Looking through the window, I realised that the outside world was black and white, and not the technicolour dream that I had been imagining it as – when did my world change to this stark reality?
And a follow-up Haiku
Through the window glass
the world was now monochrome,
all colour had gone.
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Tom and Basil lived alone
in a converted chicken coop;
one day I went and asked them, ‘Is your surname soup?’
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When I passed that way again, it was with some surprise that I noticed that the brick wall – with whom I had quite recently conversed so eloquently – had been replaced by a far less loquacious empty space.
If I had the choice, I would probably have chosen the Titanic for my trip from Southampton to Ireland.
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(Dragons and fairy tales)
“Well, I’ll say one thing…” Said Drago to his father, as the bedtime story reached its third hour, “…these fairly tales certainly do drag on a bit.”
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“Is it Wednesday?” asked the cat, who had the gift of speech, but an amazing lack of spatial awareness when it came to days of the week.
‘One-Liner Wednesday’
I saw a large boat in the harbour – or a ship – or a mirage; but, oh, my it was huge, or small, or it wasn’t at all.
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I am a cinnamon, but I pray every day to the Irish God to forgive me.
Graeme Sandford 