One minute she was here, then 'poof', she was gone.
I took a pill and 'poof'—my headache vanished.
(..) of melodies on his lute... thereby winning the heart of the maiden he loved. The secret of the pick died with that blacksmith. And then...poof! All of a sudden it reappears in the American South... at the turn of the century, in Robert Johnson's fingers. Spawns the birth of the blues. (..)2006 Tenacious D in the Pick of Destiny