Like many people who dress in black, the lump of coal was interested in becoming an artist.
The Lump of CoalFinality is death. Perfection is finality. Nothing is perfect. There are lumps in it.
James StephensA poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.
Robert FrostAfghanistan and Iraq were lumped together in what was called a 'global war on terrorism.'
Richard Engel