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crook

Music a piece of tubing added to a brass instrument in order to obtain a lower harmonic series

crook

1. The warp of a board edge from a straight line drawn between the two ends; also called edgebend or spring.
2. A piece of timber so warped; a knee.
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But Scots hooker Ross Ford threw crookedly at a lineout deep in the 22 at a key moment in 62 minutes and with that so too was match.
Many of the half-timbered Tudor and Jacobean buildings still stand, albeit a little crookedly.
The gate leans crookedly and blue binding-twine clamps it against strays.
Then he took a metal spatula and tapped on my tooth, the one with the excruciating pain, and looked at me, and I smiled crookedly and said happily, "No fain.
I see a pair of knees vying with the pushy space beneath a table and not really cohering with the body above the table, I see an obdurate, slightly sullen, crookedly individualized face.
The resulting novel winds through its path as crookedly as the letters of its title, and arrives at a nicely achieved ending.
a half-inch out from the wall swing a little crookedly, have a faulty
Expose yourself to imperfection: let the towels hang crookedly or serve dinner a half hour later than planned.
The cover is slightly too small for the text block: the paper sticks out beyond the cover at the head, fore-edge and tail, and the boards were cut crookedly.
If staking is done in a timely fashion, before stems develop crookedly, new growth will grow up through "boxes" and be supported as they grow.
Then he smiled crookedly and added, "But I really don't know, so who knows?
The cry of a night-bird, its echo throbbing in her Spinning mind, Above, a tracery of thin, spindly branches, beyond An army of restless, scurrying clouds racing over The open heavens, A cratered moon, alien and glowing its pre-natural Eerie brightness, The gate creaked open, she shivered at the wrought From coldness, The wind chimes hung crookedly silent; Tears ran down her face, it was nothing like her memory or her dream, What she'd left remained only in a past, it was no more Than dust in the darkness, The wind called to her from the trees, as the mourning Moon slipped from the sky, She closed her eyes, her tangled thoughts running out, As dawn became an unwanted reality.