rubbed
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with tins of polish and | rubbed | and rubbed and rubbed till |
of polish and rubbed and | rubbed | and rubbed till everything shone |
and rubbed and rubbed and | rubbed | till everything shone then they |
of buchanan s learning obviously | rubbed | off on his wilful charge |
o cherry blossom boot polish | rubbed | on the wee bald spot |
my ears an open razor | rubbed | against my neck an electric |
patted our freezing hands together | rubbed | our ears gazed up at |
nose camphor oil was either | rubbed | onto the chest or put |
if its surface had been | rubbed | with rouge here from my |
young mother wept inside some | rubbed | a vision of carnage on |
what summertime does best windows | rubbed | cobwebbed eyes a sheep sat |
lamp blinding him momentarily he | rubbed | his eyes and shivered the |
the pavement p c macnamara | rubbed | his eyes sleepily and stared |
supposed to stay sane andy | rubbed | his arm and grinned at |
yi dimps you re gittin | rubbed | oot stew starts licking ed |
him up i might hae | rubbed | my feet on him cause |
the gutter i might hae | rubbed | my feet on him i |
into the gathering dark she | rubbed | at the pane and saw |
although it seems to have | rubbed | mike rumbles up the wrong |
held my hand sadie an | rubbed | yer back probably hud tears |
reluctantly involved in voluntary work | rubbed | down gravestones and carted rubbish |
while he got his back | rubbed | an aathing an then he |
rub it i thought you | rubbed | it you better f1124: mam |
little on your own cheeks | rubbed | well in by mysie walsh |
milk 3 eggs 1 tsp | rubbed | sage line base of buttered |
wis the first hing i | rubbed | ma mither s garlic paste |