An electric fan with monoeye, going after wind isn't it, to wonder in the nights.
To serve out his time, being red‐faced, to set out at this evening. Or, to serve out his time, being red‐faced, an evening shower rains.
Round and round to go, around a back of the chair, my arms to throw.
Because of putting off, in an empty washbasin, a crab is sleeping.
At the beginning of this month, for making both ends meet, to run up.