A discarded glove lolls on the park bench.
A forgotten sock lolls behind the radiator.
A half-eaten lollipop lolls stickily on the park bench.
A lock of hair lolls across her cheek, soft and brown.
A lone icicle lolls precariously from the eaves of the roof.
A long, thin noodle lolls from the child's messy face.
A loose chain lolls against the metal fence.
A loose thread lolls from the seam of her worn dress.
A loose wave lolls gently against the sandy shore.
A piece of unchewed gum lolls between his teeth.
A rogue piece of pasta lolls forlornly on the tablecloth.
A single bead of sweat lolls on his brow.
A single drop of water lolls from the leaky faucet.
A single tear lolls down her cheek.
A single, ripe grape lolls from the overloaded vine.
A single, wilting daisy lolls sadly in the vase.
A strand of seaweed lolls around the ankle of the submerged statue.
A stray cat lolls in the abandoned alleyway.
A stray piece of yarn lolls from the knitted scarf.
A stray ribbon lolls from the gift.
A stray tendril of ivy lolls down the side of the stone wall.
A string of drool lolls from the sleeping baby's mouth.
He carelessly lolls his cigarette between his fingers.
He carelessly lolls his head against the bus window.
He half-lolls on the sofa, remote control in hand, oblivious to the world.
He lolls against the doorframe, observing the dance floor with detached amusement.
He lolls in the bathtub, enjoying the soothing heat.
Her arm lolls out of the car window, enjoying the breeze.
Her hair lolls in disarray around her shoulders.
Her hand lolls in his gentle grasp.
Her hand lolls limply at her side, signaling profound fatigue.
Her head lolls against his shoulder, heavy with sleep.
Her tongue often lolls when she is deeply engaged.
Her tongue playfully lolls out as she concentrates on the intricate painting.
Her wrist lolls slightly as she holds the delicate teacup.
His arm lolls out, reaching for her.
His body lolls in complete relaxation.
His head lolls back against the plush seat, exhaustion washing over him.
His head lolls back, lost in thought.
His head lolls during his frequent naps.
His jaw lolls open slightly as he drifts off to sleep.
His lower lip lolls open in a silent snore.
His mouth lolls as he dreams.
His tie lolls loosely around his unbuttoned collar.
She lolls in the hammock, lost in the pages of her book.
The broken branch lolls from the tree.
The broken toy lolls discarded in the corner of the room.
The broken umbrella lolls inside the doorway.
The child's lower lip lolls out in a pouty expression.
The deflated balloon lolls sadly on the party floor.
The deflated beach ball lolls forgotten on the grass.
The deflated tire lolls uselessly against the curb.
The detached feather lolls softly on the breeze.
The discarded newspaper lolls open to the comics section.
The discarded scarf lolls across the branches of the bare tree.
The dog's pink tongue lolls as it pants heavily.
The dog's tail lolls lazily as he watches the squirrels.
The doughy mass lolls over the edge of the mixing bowl.
The drooping eyelid lolls slightly in exhaustion.
The drooping flower head lolls towards the ground.
The empty bird feeder lolls on its hook.
The empty hammock lolls gently in the afternoon sun.
The empty sack lolls on the ground.
The empty swing set lolls sadly in the playground.
The exhausted athlete lolls on the sidelines, gasping for air.
The fallen leaf lolls in the puddle.
The flag lolls listlessly in the still, summer air.
The forgotten pen lolls on the desk.
The forgotten toy car lolls on the dusty floor.
The heavy chain lolls between the gateposts, unused for years.
The heavy curtain lolls partially closed, blocking out the light.
The heavy rope lolls over the edge of the cliff.
The injured bird lolls weakly in the rescuer's hands.
The lazy cat lolls in the sunbeam, completely undisturbed by the commotion.
The loose button lolls precariously on its thread.
The loose hinge lolls on the rickety old door.
The loose shoelace lolls on the pavement.
The loose shutter lolls noisily in the wind.
The loose skin on her aging neck lolls slightly.
The loose strap of her sandal lolls against her heel with each step.
The loose thread lolls from the tapestry.
The old hound dog lolls on the porch, sighing contentedly.
The old rope swing lolls idly beneath the ancient oak.
The patient's head lolls to the side during the prolonged seizure.
The puppet's head lolls eerily, its strings tangled.
The ripped poster lolls from the wall.
The spilled wine lolls in a crimson pool on the table.
The stray wire lolls from the wall, sparking occasionally.
The tattered edge of the book cover lolls outwards.
The tired swimmer lolls in the cool water, letting it buoy him.
The tongue of the bell lolls silently, the clapper broken.
The tongue of the buckle lolls uselessly, the strap broken.
The tongue of the shoe lolls to the side.
The unbuttoned collar lolls open wide.
The unfastened gate lolls open, inviting entry.
The unruly fringe lolls over his brow, obscuring his vision.
The water balloon lolls precariously before its inevitable burst.
The wet paint lolls thickly from the overloaded brush.
The wilted lettuce lolls limply in the forgotten salad.
The worn blanket lolls off the edge of the bed.