Ferns on the windowsill unwatered.
Tuned right the spiteful industry.
A free for all fight.
There be dragons.
Mr. Fox is a myth.
All bastards lay deep in graves they cannot keep…
They grey goats laugh / And skip a little / Never ball
The library burned down on the 6th of December, 1884…
Bit back and they stuck out, Teeth cut the air when they knocked down…