Rawk

The rawk o' the hills, and the mist o' the mountains, / Like the reek o'a pot, and the smoke of a kiln, / Draws further off still, while the round sun is counting / His pulses o' light o' the morning so still.

Rawks o' muck dahn't side on his faace.

'At drew all them rawks.

When the piece is on shade, cool down gradually and thoroughly to avoid “rawks” […]

I enjoy listening to good rawk.

RAWK: This is how people who start bands in order to meet porn stars spell rock.

What do ya think 'bout it? It rawks!