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  • v. Simple past tense and past participle of wag.


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  • Nineteen-year-olds Christine Murphy and Maeve Kennedy trekked all the way from Ascot Vale and even "wagged" university classes to see the style queens in action.

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  • You are being "wagged" as you are giving meaningless information.

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  • He wagged a finger at Marty and said, “History will be watching you.”

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  • When Randy tried to stop her first song, she simply wagged her finger, snapped her head, and launched into the next song.

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  • During a recent conference featuring government and stock-exchange officials, a businessman named Bazarsad Jargalsaikhan won applause when he wagged his forefinger and scoffed, "We've been given many things in the past—worthless!"

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  • Upon hearing its name, the dog's burr ridden tail wagged and he trotted over to the stove where he eyed Tater's momma.

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  • And Michael the merry-hearted, who fought like a lion and forgave and forgot like a man, laid his neck hair smoothly down, wagged his stump tail, smiled with his eyes and ears and mouth, and kissed with his tongue the hand with which a short time before he had been at war.


  • And Margaret sat in the doorway where the monster, blinking at the sun, had so often wagged its head and brayed.


  • Instantly, always a gentleman, Jerry smiled with flattened ears of courtesy, wagged his tail, and approached.


  • But when he started to leave he whistled a merry jingle to advertise to Oh Dear that the world wagged very well with him so far as he knew anything about it.



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  • In the sniffed and poured snow on the tip of the tongue of the year

    That clouts the spittle like bubbles with broken rooms,

    An enamoured man alone by the twigs of his eyes, two fires,

    Camped in the drug-white shower of nerves and food,

    Savours the lick of the times through a deadly wood of hair

    In a wind that plucked a goose,

    Nor ever, as the wild tongue breaks its tombs,

    Rounds to look at the red, wagged root.

    - Dylan Thomas, 'Because The Pleasure-Bird Whistles'.

    October 23, 2008