pocket park

I was already over forty, had hardly a nickel in my pocket and this was the biggest break in my life.

Barry showed me his room—a one bedroom with a killer view of Riverbank State Park and the Hudson.

Creating PGCs from skin tissue, on the other hand, seems like a walk in the park compared to egg freezing.

He used to walk through the park, and note with pleasure the care that his father bestowed on the gigantic property.

The young man smiled at the girl, as he crushed up the notes and stuffed them into his pocket.

Down in his galleries and chambers where it was dark as a pocket Grandfather Mole enjoyed himself thoroughly.

Absently his hands wandered through the pockets, and found his purse and the money in an outside pocket.

The great park which surrounded it was one of the most celebrated in all England, celebrated alike for its size and its beauty.