Subject: If it moves, fondle it

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Subject: If it moves, fondle it
The season of goodwill. Stir up an ant's nest. So hungry I could eat a horse. The shoes on the other foot now. The scythe ran into a stone. They're like two peas in a pod. What goes down usually comes up. Which came first, the chicken or the egg. Worked night and day. Root it out. That's a real stem winder. A stepping stone to. Rare as walking on water.

The sharper is the berry, the sweeter is the wine. Still waters run deep. Where man is not nature is barren. Stone cold sober. Too little too late. We hung them out to dry. So hungry I could eat a horse. Sweet as honey. You throw filth on the living and flowers on the dead.Pin a rose on your nose. When you get lemons, make lemonade.(When life gives you scraps make quilts.) That's a whole new can of worms. Sick as a dog. Slow as a snail. Were you born in a barn? Save it for a rainy day. Root it out. Walking on thin ice.

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