There is a black boomer on the autumn street, the headlights are reflected in the wet asphaltThere is a black boomer on the autumn street, the headlights are reflected in the wet asphalt
Each loafer determines his own fate, there is nothing to blame others for his own failuresEach loafer determines his own fate, there is nothing to blame others for his own failures
There is a lot of snow in winter, owls hunt with joyThere is a lot of snow in winter, owls hunt with joy
On the wall there is a clock with numbers and a phraseOn the wall there is a clock with numbers and a phrase
On the landscape there is a forest, a lake and housesOn the landscape there is a forest, a lake and houses