bog orchid

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an orchid, Hammarbya (or Malaxis) paludosa, growing in sphagnum bogs in the N hemisphere. It has greenish-yellow flowers and its leaves bear a fringe of tiny bulbils

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BOGOF, bog off, Bogomil, bogong, Bogor, bog orchid, Bogotá, bog rosemary, bog rush, bog-standard, bogtrotter

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How to use bog orchid in a sentence

The aerial shots were so sharp they could see every bog hole.
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Whoever can stay on offense and avoid the gaffe or the policy bog will have the upper hand in the debate.
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"I found it completely riveting," said Susan Orlean, author of The Orchid Thief.
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The Consumer Financial Protection Agency can bog down any other agency by encumbering agency rules or policies.
The Ugly Truth About Financial-Regulatory Reform|Harvey Pitt|July 14, 2010|DAILY BEAST

Intermittent, torrential rain showers turned the rutted, cratered road into a bog of red mud.
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Over the bogs and through the marshes, the madness of despair within him, he heeded not the deep ditches and the bog-pools.
The Underworld|James C. Welsh
Hope had gone, dreams were unreal and vanishing as the mist that crawled along the bog-pools at night.
The Underworld|James C. Welsh
Our trenches are a perfect bog; I shall find some difficulty in getting round them to-night even if we are not driven out of them.
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The boys light Roman candles, shooting crimson and orchid and brass-flamed astonishers into the clouds.
The Great Potlatch Riots|Allen Kim Lang
I strove to creep out into the bog, seeking a footing, but the swamp quaked and the smooth surface trembled like jelly in a bowl.
In Search of the Unknown|Robert W. Chambers