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If you look at the bottom of the post the word in the middle is edit, press that and you can edit

Not yet but I will

Please do let me know how you get on.

Poppy has put that line in, you have the next

This is a genuine request for information (cos I'm still new here) : did you read all that in the month of April? And, how did you do that?

Thank you!

Why don't you try China Miéville? He's very difficult to categorise but he's a great read. I started with The City and The City then went on to read Perdido Street Station, first of a trilogy. You won't be able to relate either of those to existing stories, imho.

You get bragging rights for that! Well done

You are welcome

Hello and welcome. Please feel free to look around and join in anywhere you like. I'm fairly new myself so we'll be good company for each other

I like dystopian novels too. Have you tried We by Yevgeny Zamyatin ? A wee snippet from Amazon " .........A foundational work of dystopian fiction, inspiration for both Orwell's Nineteen Eighty-Four and Huxley's Brave New World, WE is a book of radical imaginings ........." I am also enjoying The Giver Quartet by Lois Lowry and will embark on the third part this year. Welcome

Excellent and bought

i{My Soul} I summon to the winding ancient stair; Set all your mind upon the steep ascent, Upon the broken, crumbling battlement, Upon the breathless starlit air, 'Upon the star that marks the hidden pole; Fix every wandering thought upon That quarter where all thought is done: Who can distinguish darkness from the soul i{My Self}. The consecretes blade upon my knees Is Sato's ancient blade, still as it was, Still razor-keen, still like a looking-glass Unspotted by the centuries; That flowering, silken, old embroidery, torn From some court-lady's dress and round The wodden scabbard bound and wound Can, tattered, still protect, faded adorn i{My Soul.} Why should the imagination of a man Long past his prime remember things that are Emblematical of love and war? Think of ancestral night that can, If but imagination scorn the earth And interllect is wandering To this and that and t'other thing, Deliver from the crime of death and birth. Fragment from A Dialogue Of Self And Soul by W B Yeats

There was a young lady from Whipsnade Who, on confronting a man with a switch blade Said hey there, ahoy.... As a distracting ploy

Some say the bird is on the wing But that's absurd, the wing is on the bird!

Tim Magennis on Isle of Wight Liked to curse and fight When he trained as a boxer.... As soon as he clocks her He tried to make everything right. There was a young lady from Whipsnade

I loved this, when I read it.

Thank you Raven

Actually it's a lot easier because card is stiffer than paper and holds the folds and thus shape better. If that was made of paper it would collapse under it's own weight - it's difficult to tell the size there. You can see the alarm clock behind it here (using that to help it stand for the photo) and that might give a better idea of size

Congratulations Raven

This is what I built today

A diet of chocolate and cheese Caused Rodney to expand at the knees He widened his girth Amid very much mirth Then asked for some more, please

A pirate's parrot named Polly St Butty With its swearing drove everyone nutty It couldn't be staid

There once was a chap from Wetwang Whose farts made a sound that fair sang... When a small one let off In his trousers he coughed

There once was a chap from Wetwang Whose farts made a sound that fair sang... When a small one let off