Our faithful customers never cease to flabberghast us.

His jogging of my memory helped me recall what happened that day.

Turning away from this rather charmless piece of décor, Sam went to the window, which was small and unglassed, the source of the thin, cold draught that nudged the drapes.

The earth between and beyond the lines Ravaged and sown with steel And churned with blood And astink with decaying men,