the box is held by a bright, red snapper.
let the court decide. they are pushed back.
each time they attack, they attack.
it's early mourning on, the old oak clock.
let us sing the last chorus.
the great lake is filled, by the clear creek.
kick the diamond hard and follow through.
an early worm snatched quick, over the fence.
hurry along the bank.
a large rod is used for, catching the salmon.
there was no response from, the young girl.
the coffee table is too high, for the couch so why can't I
take a rest for these tired eyes?