from The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, 4th Edition

  • n. Dead branches or wood on a tree.
  • n. One that is burdensome or superfluous.
  • n. Sports Fallen bowling pins that remain on the alley.
  • n. Nautical The vertical planking between the keel of a vessel and the sternpost, serving as a reinforcement.

from Wiktionary, Creative Commons Attribution/Share-Alike License

  • n. coarse woody debris
  • n. people judged to be superfluous to an organization or project
  • n. money not realized by exiting a winning pump trade too early

from the GNU version of the Collaborative International Dictionary of English

  • n. A mass of timbers built into the bow and stern of a vessel to give solidity.
  • n. Dead trees or branches; useless material.
  • n. People who are unproductive; -- used especially in reference to employees.

from WordNet 3.0 Copyright 2006 by Princeton University. All rights reserved.

  • n. a branch or a part of a tree that is dead
  • n. someone or something that is unwanted and unneeded


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