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A Spring Song Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis	Fair in the brisket 'ere, an' makes 'im...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
Emotional Cattle Joe Strickland	liver's taste, our laughter, brisket, roasted in their...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
The Love We Planted before Sleep Chukwuebuka Joseph	where we mistook words for brisket and called them...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
Alliteration Writing: Benjamin Belinda Richmond	Bailey We have a Dog named Brewer, Cat named Brisket, and a Cockatiel named...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Auld Farmer's New-Year-Morning Salutation to His Auld Mare, Maggie On giving her the accustomed ripp of corn to hansel in the New-Year, The Robert Burns	An' spread abreed thy weel-fill'd brisket, Wi' pith an' power; Till sprittie knowes wad rair't an' riskit An' slypet...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Glove, The Robert Browning	``The visitor's brisket or surloin: ``But who's he would prove so...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Shearing at Castlereagh Andrew Barton Paterson	And leaves a track of snowy fleece from brisket to the nose; It's lovely how they peel it off with never stop nor stay, They're racing for...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Shearing at Castlereagh Andrew Barton Paterson	And leaves a track of snowy fleece from brisket to the nose; It's lovely how they peel it off with never stop nor stay, They're racing for...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The 'Eathen Rudyard Kipling	An' 'e shows an 'ealthy brisket when 'e strips for bars an'...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Auld Farmer's New-Year-Morning Salutation to His Auld Mare , Maggie Robert Burns	An' spread abreed thy weel-fill'd brisket, Wi' pith an' power; Till sprittie knowes wad rair't an' riskit An' slypet...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The fourth of july ( Get down Shanghai Lang )) Alluaw'lls. Dirty Apron	Of brisket 6...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Glove Robert Browning	``The visitor's brisket or surloin: ``But who's he would prove so...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Siren Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis	That night when 'ope back in me brisket lobs: 'Ow my Doreen she lays 'er little 'ead Down on me shoulder 'ere, an' sobs an' sobs; An'...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)

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