Night draws on

She draws on her socks.

He draws sheep after sheep.

He draws sticks real good.

Draws polygons

Draws curves

Draws lines

He draws on his childhood experiences for the material of most of his stories.

One draws boundaries.

Alberich draws near

The narrator's only appeased when he draws a box.

Draws ellipses and circles

Draws rectangles and squares

The near event draws nigh.

Draws dots and freehand strokes

The board draws it here.

There are no draws here!

Or anything that draws power.

He escapes their jail, barges into the boss's office and draws his gun on the boss at last.

Number 1 draws objects front to back, number 2 draws objects back to front.

His early poetry draws heavily on his experience and memories of childhood.

For this, he draws a line with a box over the middle.

Number 1 draws objects in a fixed order, number 2 draws objects front to back.

Number 1 draws objects front to back, number 2 draws objects in a fixed order.

The Day of Resurrection draws near,

The (Judgment) ever approaching draws nigh

He goes back into the composition window, draws the lines, places everything the way he wants to.

Draws rectangles and squares with rounded corners

Prydain's finest warrior draws his last breath.

Something draws near. I can feel it.

Draws a rippling waves on a rotating wireframe grid. Written by Josiah Pease 2000.

Every miller draws water to his own mill.

It draws water from 15 kilometers of canals.

And someone sits down and draws a picture.

With every hour that passes, peril draws closer.

With every hour that passes, peril draws closer.

The Hour that was to come draws ever nearer.

And the organization draws together people of different generations,

It has a magnetic quality that draws me in.

And because the war finally draws to a close.

Sound draws them. Now they're all over the street.

He draws comparisons for Us, and forgets his own creation. He says, Who shall revive the bones when they have decayed?

And the night when it draws a veil over it,

I swear by the night when it draws a veil,

Draws squiggly worm like paths. Written by Tyler Pierce 2001.