Now that Great Canadian have fished the first olive out of the bottle, Cities Services, Shell and Can-Amera all wanted development permits and were either applying for permission or countering someone else's application.

The loss of their colors destroyed the regiment's morale.

The palace in a woody vale they found, High raised of stone; a shaded space around; Where mountain wolves and brindled lions roam, (By magic tamed,) familiar to the dome.

I remember he said to her, 'Why do young people like to dismalize themselves? Later in life we have no need to do that.'