You sunburned sicklemen, of August weary.

Mr [Bob] Kroll grew up in a blue-collar, union family in the city centre but moved out, one more case of white flight.

After waiting for fully three-quarters of an hour the Don-Quixotic looking individual who had received me announced himself as ready to show us the remaining parlors.

Them two bin help’m too, and that father blung to this one old Frank.