Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter's pretty lousy, but I hate Spring.
Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song
I've finally gotten to the bottom of things.
Constant use had not worn ragged the fabric of their friendship.
The ones I like are โchequeโ and โenclosed.โ
As I was saying to the landlord only this morning: 'You can't have everything'.