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A Bush Christening
Andrew Barton Paterson
a ten-year-old lad, Plump, healthy, and stoutly conditioned; He was strong as the best, but poor MiRate it:

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An Old Master
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
our bullocks weren't precisely what you'd call conditioned nicely, And meself and Messmate MitchellRate it:

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Bush Christening
Andrew Barton Paterson
a ten year old lad, Plump, healthy, and stoutly conditioned; He was strong as the best, but poor Rate it:

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He Who Definitely Knew That He'd Die.
Nikhil Parekh
seated in the luminous aircraft; with the air-conditioned bewitchment eventually crashing and exploRate it:

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Her Dilemma
Thomas Hardy
humanity that she shamed to prize A world conditioned thus, or care for breath Where NaRate it:

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I Really, Truly And Shall Forever Love You
Nikhil Parekh
asphyxiating frozen under their frigidly air-conditioned quilts, And I liked the way you intrepidRate it:

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I Saw
Nikhil Parekh
i saw gaudy colored posters projecting from air-conditioned cinema halls, i saw a battalion of soRate it:

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Irrefutably Murderous
Nikhil Parekh
crucifying with their hands in their air-conditioned pockets; and still had the guts to say that thRate it:

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Night Rhapsody
Robert Nichols
mist thy fields! O happy, happy wounds, Conditioned by existence in humanity, That have such powersRate it:

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No Formality
Nikhil Parekh
enchantment, I hated sitting in the air-conditioned room; with scores of commercial delegates bloRate it:

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Sitting Beside them
Nikhil Parekh
sumptuous delicacies; in the stupendously air-conditioned compartment of my train, I could hear sRate it:

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The Occasion of the Law Suit. chapter I
John Arbuthnot
possessed of a very great landed estate, well conditioned, wooded, watered, with coal, salt, tin,Rate it:

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The Waggoner - Canto Third
William Wordsworth
their thoughts another way: The mastiff, ill-conditioned carl! What must he do but growl and snarl,Rate it:

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