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.