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Fivemiletown choose

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[UK] T. Paulin ‘From ‘Landsflykt’ in Fivemiletown 44: Away to hell, England [...] your cheapo novels your daily Godawful papers.
at away to fuck! (excl.) under away, adj.
[UK] T. Paulin ‘From ‘Landsflykt’ Fivemiletown 44: Away to hell, England [...] your cheapo novels your daily Godawful papers.
at God-awful, adj.
[UK] T. Paulin ‘The Bungalow on the Unapproved Road’ in Fivemiletown 1: The headboard was padded / with black vinyl – / just the ugliest thing / I’d seen in a long time, / though the new wallpaper / they’d bought in Wellworths – / tequila sunsets / on the Costa Brava – / might take the biscuit.
at take the biscuit, v.
[UK] T. Paulin ‘Waftage: An Irregular Ode’ in Fivemiletown 7: Wiser – / aye, I used to think wiser – / than us boneheads here.
at bonehead, n.1
[UK] T. Paulin ‘Waftage: An Irregular Ode’ in Fivemiletown 8: So, real cool, I growled / ‘Lady, no way you’ll walk / right over me’ / Dead on. I chucked her then.
at chuck, v.2
[UK] T. Paulin ‘Waftage: An Irregular Ode’ in Fivemiletown 8: So, real cool, I growled / ‘Lady, no way you’ll walk / right over me’ / Dead on. I chucked her then.
at cool, adv.
[UK] T. Paulin ‘From ‘Landsflykt’ in Fivemiletown 45: I’m letting you off the hook, Albion, / not for your own sake, never, / but because out of your steam presses / shot Dickens, Darwin, Spencer and Mill!
at off the hook under hook, n.1
[UK] T. Paulin ‘Waftage: An Irregular Ode’ in Fivemiletown 6: All of my mates / were out of town / that lunk July.
at lunk, adj.
[UK] T. Paulin ‘The Bungalow on the Unapproved Road’ in Fivemiletown 1: A patched Oldsmobile / heading for Donegal / with a raft of hooch in the trunk.
at raft, n.1
[UK] T. Paulin ‘Chucking It Away’ in Fivemiletown 52: I was eighteen hitching through Europe / I was taken down this autobahn into the Black Forest / the dark was packed with something I felt shit scared.
at shit-scared, adj.
[UK] T. Paulin ‘Why the Good Lord Must Persecute Me’ in Fivemiletown 46: I’ve just had a liquid shite.
at shite, n.
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