oar

She was talking to me just now, before you put your oar in.

"So great an oar could not even be held by the hands of a man!"

I looked at Oar to see if she knew what he was saying.

Eventually, having lost another oar, they were in clear water.

That's why I put my oar in and asked about the security.

But he did not say it in words and started to make a new oar.

Not that he actually wants to learn the business end of an oar.

Everyone stood in the street, looking toward the center of Oar, waiting for something.

I am so sick of people who have no idea getting their oar in.

He felt no desire to put his oar in this time.

The voice came from behind an oar in the third row back.

Not far away, Oar opened her mouth to say something.

The older man sat back and pulled his oar out of the water.

And how much more patience the people of Oar had.

He could have become a man of consequence in Oar.

In this fashion a girl may live on the oar.

They did not want to lose an oar in the wild water.

You would sometimes see an old oar used for a rail.

The steering oar was not really needed in the central current.

His hand slipped on the oar, as if he had already half let it go.

The current was too strong and jerked the oar from his hand.

In trying to free himself from the canvas, he let go his oar.

Instead he found himself stretching the oar out over the water.

And indeed, there was no longer an oar in the boat.

But did something take a bite out of this oar?