But the dove, who obviously didn't go to flying school, goes flop, flop, flop and ends up at the end of my balancing pole.

Come on, Your Honor. It's your shot.

That's it, all the way down, all the way down, all the way down, and further, and further, and further, and further, and further and further.

Similarly, let's look at a granola bar.

I tripped on the rail coming down the stairs.

My golf clubs. Putter, niblick, No.3 iron.

An accident with a falling power line killed him.

It was the banisters, the broken banisters.

But sometimes, like today, we fall, we fall so fast, so fast to shadow, we fall so fast to barbaria.

He reached down. He pulled a lever. And the chair sank down.

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Those guttural screams of celebration got louder as his round went on, sinking a crucial putt to take match four all square when he and Thomas had been two down after two.

So that rod, connected to the gearshift lever on the steering post, comes down here

The masts with every sail white in the moonlight...

You'd be better off with an ordinary cue. That's a bridge.

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Whereabouts?

Fall in, you.

Get fell in.

What did crooks use to forget at crime scenes?

So for the next three days he was out shoveling cement, and hauling poles around.

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I'm adding to your grief.

Don't forget anything.

Leaving me behind.

What about Jiri?

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You are just like this cup. full of your own views and with your own way of thinking.

And at the end I bang my hand against the pole to dislodge the bird.

We had people jumping up and down, people dropping to the ground.

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