shoulders
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pitty pitty patter on their | shoulders | as we have done before |
pitty pitty patter on their | shoulders | pitty pitty patter on their |
pitter pitter patter on their | shoulders | pitty pitty patter on their |
smack repeats fiona andy s | shoulders | can be seen to hunch |
i would hunch up my | shoulders | twist one foot around the |
pigwife makes a face shrugs | shoulders | and leaves father turns to |
care less irena shrugs her | shoulders | bobik s no verra weill |
away altogether i hunched my | shoulders | and turned away from the |
in stature he leaned forward | shoulders | hunched as he faced the |
on you would go your | shoulders | hunched with determination i had |
brought in you hunched your | shoulders | nodded glumly and said nothing |
could sigh and shrug his | shoulders | to accompany the final sentence |
into a shrug of my | shoulders | what on earth is he |
s weing he hugs his | shoulders | affectionately ah m mukkil behauden |
people standing on each others | shoulders | as scaffolding before scaffolding was |
wicker bag slung across his | shoulders | i often passed him on |
carriage master the armed guard | shoulders | his heavy weapon lightly the |
place it firmly on the | shoulders | of the well paid and |
place it firmly on the | shoulders | of the well paid and |
place it firmly on the | shoulders | of the well paid and |
i wanna go on your | shoulders | f1103: no no no no |
i wanna go on your | shoulders | f1103: what did i just |
moved his arm round my | shoulders | and eased me gently out |
his arm around her slim | shoulders | then instinctively i m nae |
put my arm round her | shoulders | to give her a hug |
a friendly arm round his | shoulders | when she gied me the |
braces hanging down behind his | shoulders | as he scraped the soapy |
and flew hanging from my | shoulders | like a dress from a |
mister blaikie was wriggling his | shoulders | and looking at me oddly |
jobs and services from the | shoulders | of low paid workers and |
jobs and services from the | shoulders | of low paid workers and |
jobs and services from the | shoulders | of low paid workers and |
heavy weight lies on her | shoulders | i think that s a |
s hands are on my | shoulders | now paw heavy for a |
a heavy responsibility on their | shoulders | there is a feeling among |
ve seen the neck and | shoulders | cut off a bottle that |
dislocating my neck from my | shoulders | they saw a fair bit |
puts a plaid around his | shoulders | and stands back to look |
and puts it over her | shoulders | peggy i think i d |
from the trapeze onto the | shoulders | of a man who was |
he seized him by the | shoulders | the foul breath poured onto |
punching against the wind lobsters | shoulders | lie beside boulder bums pebble |
that stewart stevenson on whose | shoulders | would the liability lie in |
putting his hands on her | shoulders | angel angelica viciously get aff |
a few hands clapped his | shoulders | as he went but he |
to write roderick gripped her | shoulders | in his strong brown hands |
using a happer round the | shoulders | blin sivs were used to |
three have towels round their | shoulders | chrissie is wearing large red |
for fixing it round the | shoulders | happers were bocht at e |
head and another round her | shoulders | she walks with a walking |
standing on another man s | shoulders | seen live it was breathtaking |
m just a head and | shoulders | behind them you know i |
use a yoke across their | shoulders | or sometimes just a wooden |
shawl that was across her | shoulders | she was sitting in one |
just like a head an | shoulders | f813: i never had [inaudible] |
painting my toenails sun warmed | shoulders | scent of black tobacco looking |
throwing him daggers over their | shoulders | as the play moved off |
of voice and hunches his | shoulders | and clutches the thing even |
hearse properly old boy s | shoulders | are pulled up to his |
back was towards me his | shoulders | draped with a huge white |
tak anither job john s | shoulders | dropped and he drained his |
hurled like clods over his | shoulders | in jimmy s direction not |
s his fingers grip my | shoulders | number one he sighs again |
bones of his chest and | shoulders | projecting through a filthy thin |
macphail i risked shrugging my | shoulders | again but mr scott wasn |
can stand the sniggers my | shoulders | are broad beaumont jack won |
holiday haversack swung from my | shoulders | as i headed for calle |
husks fell obligingly over my | shoulders | but not the full scatter |
make tea then covering my | shoulders | with a blanket i knew |
slipped doors opened straightening her | shoulders | as a vague plan begin |
for her it fitted her | shoulders | perfectly it clung to her |
old men peering past stiffening | shoulders | read the pravdas crumbling in |
on to each other s | shoulders | trying to keep grampa s |
leaving the burden on the | shoulders | of volunteers and enthusiasts institutions |
of a session with aching | shoulders | and buzzing brain and a |
the convener the clerk s | shoulders | are drooping further with every |
of slavery itself upon the | shoulders | of mr wedderburn who is |