| "...cold, gloating gaze, she let her hand droop down... "towards the bulge of his passion." | |
| "Although it droop and die that night, it was the plant and flower of light. | |
| "Below the mating caterpillars Walden calls brows," "two extremely far sighted eyes droop" "like a basset hound's under the pull of gravity." | |
| "Good things of day begin to droop and drowse." | |
| "If Jesus didn't send rain, there would be problems. "The plants would droop, the trees would wilt... | |
| "...cold, gloating gaze, she let her hand droop down... "towards the bulge of his passion." | |
| "Although it droop and die that night, it was the plant and flower of light. | |
| "Below the mating caterpillars Walden calls brows," "two extremely far sighted eyes droop" "like a basset hound's under the pull of gravity." | |
| "Good things of day begin to droop and drowse." | |
| "If Jesus didn't send rain, there would be problems. "The plants would droop, the trees would wilt... | |
| And daily he droops, soporific, into his soup. | |
| Her treacherous slatch already droops like wet clay. | |
| I've got wrinkles. it all droops at my age. | |
| Now droops the milk-white peacock like a ghost And like a ghost she glimmers unto me | |
| See, the flowers are almost gone... and the small tree, which is me... droops and withers. | |
| And daily he droops, soporific, into his soup. | |
| Her treacherous slatch already droops like wet clay. | |
| I've got wrinkles. it all droops at my age. | |
| Now droops the milk-white peacock like a ghost And like a ghost she glimmers unto me | |
| See, the flowers are almost gone... and the small tree, which is me... droops and withers. | |
| "Once more the rose doth bloom, that drooped awhile before, softly reposing..." "... on the lily-flowers of yore, and pupils shimmer bright, with eager sparks of light." | |
| "The forest drooped glimmeringly." | |
| And he had jeans on that drooped because they had so many holes in them. | |
| And mewling poor, drooped men in stench'd... Stop the play! | |
| Except there was something wrong with one of his eyes.It drooped. | |
| "Ooh, measure my face, I think my eye is drooping." | |
| "The congregation rose and stared while the three dead boys came marching up the aisle. Tom in their lead, Joe next and Huck a ruin of drooping rags, sneaking sheepishly in the rear. | |
| "an ugly female ghost th drooping breasts." | |
| - Be careful, your drooping piece of fabric... | |
| - The fellow with a drooping moustache | |
| "Once more the rose doth bloom, that drooped awhile before, softly reposing..." "... on the lily-flowers of yore, and pupils shimmer bright, with eager sparks of light." | |
| "The forest drooped glimmeringly." | |
| And he had jeans on that drooped because they had so many holes in them. | |
| And mewling poor, drooped men in stench'd... Stop the play! | |
| Except there was something wrong with one of his eyes.It drooped. | |
| "Ooh, measure my face, I think my eye is drooping." | |
| "The congregation rose and stared while the three dead boys came marching up the aisle. Tom in their lead, Joe next and Huck a ruin of drooping rags, sneaking sheepishly in the rear. | |
| "an ugly female ghost th drooping breasts." | |
| - Be careful, your drooping piece of fabric... | |
| - The fellow with a drooping moustache | |
