The neighbors house seems opaque.
L1-L5 found thirty degrees.
Silence awaits a word on the tip.
I agree with her more often.
The kids are old enough to listen.
The brain-mouth filter is obsolete
and the lawn gets brown in winter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I must have missed something. Not sure what these are signs of, Rusty. -c