The word preached did not profit them.

Bears coming out of holes in the rocks at the last moment, when the beat is close to them.

His saphics are worse, if possible, than his elegiacs

Since the babies were born I’ve turned into a 24/7 milking machine, a bilingual nursery-rhyme jukebox, a prolific laundress, a bum-wiping wizard, a baby juggler and two-armed synchronised cuddler.