And the superotemporal one was for silicone oil drainage.

From Granite City, I think it was, we rode a deadheader to Minneapolis.

Under a Coronet his flowing haire / In curles on either cheek plaid, wings he wore / Of many a colourd plume ſprinkl'd with Gold, / His habit fit for ſpeed ſuccinct, and held / Before his decent ſteps a Silver wand.

a manufactured boy band