Since that day, the sounds of tap water, to agree I heard. Or, since that day, the sounds of tap water, from the ducts I heard.
Scissors in the hand, of which in the inner part, an eye watches.
Those who you called, he waves in the wind, a bad company does.
Chasin’ her ball, and to go missing, the frog were.
Her tide is down, being left to dirty the tops of her feet.