The rain's innumerable hooves spatter on the streets and roofs.
Folks with most to complain about seldom complain most.
'Y' is about the weakest letter of all. 'Y' can't make up its mind if it's a vowel or a consonant, can it?
Probably in a parallel universe not far from here, I'm working for Nintendo.
I'm a novelist, that's how I make my livelihood, and I concentrate on the novels.
Sometimes the fluffy bunny of incredulity zooms around the bend so rapidly that the greyhound of language is left, agog, in the starting cage.