aluminum foil leaves room enough, oil eases looms and rum, it spoils any other fun; all human hum fools eaves, soon a duck, a glum homonym, an emolument of glowing omens, snowmen hoping open all our stolid offers;
static from a radio goes in spirals down the staircase; the radio is in the side-room, the one with the old oven; sleet makes little 'v's bouncing off the almonds by the window
ratcheting lacks action, halt auctions, divio7, wires riding highways
