It was the best of times. It was the worst of times. Doctor John decided
to start a game with whole sentences using two whole sentences, causing
a ruckus to start.
But there, in the bowels of officialdom, a blackbird had begun to sing.
It sang a song of sixpence, but feared being put into a pie. "Take these
broken wings and learn to fly," uttered a stranger passing by.

But the rain fell in torrents - except at occasional intervals, when it
was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it
is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and
fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against
the darkness.

The pale face of little Jane looked out of the garret window as her mind
wondered whether life would always be so.

-- 
Protect the Earth
It was not given to you by your parents
You hold it in trust for your children

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