As life goes on the end comes near, I fear.
This is the second part of my paper.
This is the third section of my paper.
I think I'll write another line of this.
I like to draw pictures on my work, Ok.
I am watching the Vice Presidential debate.
The smog outside is gross. I wish it gone.
Pencils never run out of ink, I think.
I think the trash goes out each Tuesday night.
It must be eighty-three degrees in here.
The one's are not printed in proportion.
Notes that sticks are fun to use for writing.
There is a phone on the wall of this room.
Always put the cap back on your gas tank.