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Colliery

Make as many words as you can from the letters of a nine-letter word, making sure you use the highlighted letter. Can you beat our score?
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Wagons at the pit in Beamish Museum, County Durham.

Colliery

Make words using the letters shown in the grid. Your words should be four or more letters in length. All your words must include the highlighted letter in the centre. Tap on any letter to use it for your word.

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emit item lent lime limp line lint meet melt mile mime mine mint mite peel pelt pent pile pine pint teem teen tile time elite impel inept inlet limpet pitmen temple
elite emit impel implement inept inlet item lent lien lime limp limpet line lint lite meet melt mete mien mile mime mine mint mite peel pele pelmet pelt pent pile pine pint pitmen teem teen temp tempi temple tile time tine

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