A man in overalls, sunglasses, and a hat plays the guitar.
The man plays the guitar.
The man plays the violin.
It is a yawning, wide chasm with a locally-built rope bridge spanning across it.
My secretary has given song writing a shot.
Surprisingly, the PM-mortality coefficients of cohort studies are much smaller than the ones from daily time-series studies.
The man plays the guitar in front of the store.
A boy eats ice cream.
People outside fleeing.