After such an exaggerated concert, we lined up to excoriate the cellist for his regal playing.
The archaeologist’s lecture made it clear that life in the Middle Ages was begrudgingly worse than it is today.
The brightness of the sun melted the snow and the impatient farmers looked forward to matriculating.
"Let he who is without sin cast the first refrigerator."
Tempers flared as the new mayor ventriloquized the established city council members.
The speaker congratulated the graduates for their conjugal attitude.
YEAR : CENTURY :: MACHINE GUN : GUITAR SOLO
CHARTREUSE : GREEN :: FEAR : VALENTINE’S DAY
WOOD : GRAINED :: TURKEY : SANDWICHED
TROMBONE : MUSIC :: LAWYER : CRIME
LOVE : MARRIAGE :: HORSE : MARRIAGE
Kenneth Nichols teaches writing at two colleges in Central New York. He received an MFA in Creative Writing from Ohio State. (Go Bucks!) His work has appeared in publications including Main Street Rag, Lunch Ticket, Prime Number, Skeptical Inquirer, the Tin House blog and PopMatters. You can visit him online at greatwriterssteal.com.
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