The forests on my street were cut down in 1934.

They were cut down in the first instant of the attack.

But now I'm cut down in the height of my prime.

Men from the big paper companies cut down trees deep in the forests.

At first it seemed they might be cut down in their separate groups.

We have cut them down in thousands and they will still come each spring until their king is dead.

The two could cut me down in a cross fire.

They may be cut down by frost in cold areas.

Our thoughts can only go out to them today as they were cut down in the prime of life.

However, this did not stop it from being cut down in March 2012 when the new building be built.