On looking up, the heel and the arch, of yours there.
Even there, to make the story to seem coherent, paint in red.
Who is he, on the right of a plaster, the person lines up. Or, at the dawn, on the right of a plaster, the person lines up.
Even silly talk, by three times reciting, to bring the good luck.
Like a blighted leave, on mattress for my mother, a kettle there is.