Axle grease.

Dirt?

The one with all that grease?

More grease under the center stone.

Or perhaps a shim. Graphite grease.

And all over my shoes. Dirt. Nothing but dirt.

Oily Dirt

Grease, fried dough, pig fat and sorghum.

So, I grease open the first door.

You know I do, you grease monkey.

It won't come off it's axle grease.

I got grease on you. I'm filthy.

Dirt is good.

It's my dirt.

Hit the dirt!

I say, if you want to make something dirt cheap, make it out of dirt (Laughter) preferably dirt that's locally sourced.

And this one I call Machine with Grease.

Then grease your elbow and get to it.

To grease a few palms at the ministry.

They won't see these wires under the grease.

I got a little grease in this lining.

Dirt poor, no money,

Not dirt, it's mud.

Farmers! Dirt farmers! Squatters.

Give me some dirt.

You piece of dirt!

Don't touch the dirt!

Go on, eat dirt!

The Dirt on Plastic Waste

Grass, dirt... dirty river smell.

My poem is called Dirt.

That's a lot of dirt!

Hit the dirt, lie prone.

The grease extracted from them was also useful for soap making.

They'd been cooked by that grease that run off them Indians.

Clean the dirt off the mirror.

You've got dirt on your face.

Under six feet of dirt, maybe.

Cheap at the price. Dirt cheap.

No dirt, no footsteps. There's nothing.

May I have some dirt, please?

You ll get dirt in it.

The dirt you made for yourselves!

I got a dry axle. Pull out of line and grease it.

You'll ruin it, with all the grease you put in your hair.