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Usage examples of finch.

Candela and Finch offices last Friday evening, part of the bicentenary celebrations.

CITRONELLA AND STEGOMYIA WE were talking about famous love affairs the other evening, and Fothergil Finch said he was thinking of writing a ballad about Citronella and Stegomyia.

Our Hermy attended as Psyche -- She siked and she got it across And Fothergil Finch, rather gaumy With Cosmic cosmetics, was there, But the Swami went just as the Swami, After oiling the kinks in his hair.

This ferocious killer was actually descended from finches, another widespread generalist survivor of the human catastrophe.

Exquisite tiny finches whirred and wheeled, so did sparrows and starlings, and the strong brown kingfishers called kookaburras laughed and chuckled gleefully or dived for snakes, their favorite food.

But Heru was not there and little I cared for twittering finches or sighing damsels.

Sword, bicycle, mandolin fragments, Guillaume, Finch, Smetana, Ralph, the audience, Kuukkinen, Claude the Plonk, Dreznik, Fred, Gillian.

For my acquaintance with Voke Easeley and his new art, I am indebted to Fothergil Finch.

It should, however, be borne in mind that, owing to few animals breeding freely under confinement, few experiments have been fairly tried: for instance, the canary-bird has been crossed with nine other finches, but as not one of these nine species breeds freely in confinement, we have no right to expect that the first crosses between them and the canary, or that their hybrids, should be perfectly fertile.

The best that one can say is that the brewery is basically still trading at a profit, and while it still has the services of Desmond Finch and the present brewmaster, it should go on doing so.

Morden has done a marvellous job, but she says the future depends greatly on keeping the services of your present brewmaster and on the managing energies of Desmond Finch.

Just below the lookout, two blue-winged palts dove at a flock of red-shafted, shivering finches.

Finch, Maudie Atkinson told me you broke down her scuppernong arbor this morning.

Finch had included a subliminal tape on half-hitches and sheepshanks, and that there were some way to lock the boat.

While I wondered what would bring so many together thus early, there came a sound of flutes--for these people can do nothing without piping like finches in a thicket in May--and from the storehouses half-way over to the harbour there streamed a line of carts piled high with provender.