The wind made wave the red weed on the dike. bedoven in dank deep was every sike.

The suffrages were recently divided between Mademoiselle Lange and Madame Tallien — the Helen and Phryne of the nation.

We don't even have a right to vote on this irrigation systems, but we come here to ask the Federal Government to unstrangle us with the state and the state law that's been passed down onto us.

[…] I ſtalke about her doore / Like a ſtrange ſoule upon the Stigian bankes / Staying for waftage.