Joe was in jail more than a year whistling the Gonad Blues.
A man cannot be expected to be both a plumber and dance.
Whiskey's the weeping of rotted seeds, nonetheless, folks crave it.
Rebecca's coins disappeared with a click into graveyard sod.
The Frackville stationery shop advertised its annual Spring fire sale.
I found a shark, a rather large one, swimming the canals of Venice.
My friend plucked dandelions and robins for his Motehrs Day bouquet.
Taxing a cheeseburger, I know it's done, burdens poor families sons.
A postcard offered to teach tap dancing and deep-sea angling.
Yellow Jell-o was the reluctant food eaen on the train to Venice.
There's a reason Etna's part of Sicily, I thinks it's language.
Can you think of a reason for gnats, clouds or pussy hair?
Frackville's Recreational Center offered deppen pie, whatever that is.
Joe was in prison for 26 years whistling the Gonad Blues.