hunch

! Call it a hunch...

"Do you have a secret hunch about how you will die?"

"I have a hunch that Blake's crowd had something to do with the murder."

"I know it doesn't look like much, "but I have an extraordinary hunch "that if we fix this up,

# A map is not a guess An estimation or a hunch

! Call it a hunch...

"Do you have a secret hunch about how you will die?"

"I have a hunch that Blake's crowd had something to do with the murder."

"I know it doesn't look like much, "but I have an extraordinary hunch "that if we fix this up,

# A map is not a guess An estimation or a hunch

"Old, short, hunched over."

"hunched over, they slipped off the bloody table..."

# Back all hunched over 'cause you gotta admit #

'It is spring, moonless night in a small town, starless and bible-black, the cobblestreets silent, and the hunched courters' and rabbits' wood limping invisible, down to the sloe black, slow, black crow black, fishingboat-bobbing sea.'

- Lame, hunched ...

A fellow can't lay his body down nowheres without you stripping buck naked and hunching' at him!

Goon? ! Told you to stop hunching your shoulders.

Keep up the hunching.

Listen, do you never get backaches? With all that hunching over the screen?

Sometimes, when I lift my dazed head from the books where I record other people's accounts and the absence of a life I can call my own, I feel a pshysical nausea, which might be from hunching over, but which transcends the numbers and my disillusion.

"Old, short, hunched over."

"hunched over, they slipped off the bloody table..."

# Back all hunched over 'cause you gotta admit #

'It is spring, moonless night in a small town, starless and bible-black, the cobblestreets silent, and the hunched courters' and rabbits' wood limping invisible, down to the sloe black, slow, black crow black, fishingboat-bobbing sea.'

- Lame, hunched ...

A fellow can't lay his body down nowheres without you stripping buck naked and hunching' at him!

Goon? ! Told you to stop hunching your shoulders.

Keep up the hunching.

Listen, do you never get backaches? With all that hunching over the screen?

Sometimes, when I lift my dazed head from the books where I record other people's accounts and the absence of a life I can call my own, I feel a pshysical nausea, which might be from hunching over, but which transcends the numbers and my disillusion.