On 29/05/2014 22:36, Doctor John wrote:
>
> 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.
>

OMG! OT is going literary.
Keep it up.

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Regards
     Stephen

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