When I hoked there, I would find / An acorn and a rusted bolt

“Just the tiniest thimbleful for me,” Annie said, overplaying it, I thought, since she lived on vodka.

She granted him also the office of purveyor of the said manor of Eltham, together with the bailivate of the town of Eltham

Beau pointed to the environmentalists and said, “Those posy-sniffers will never change— until they have no gas for their cars.”