I don't think that clams are as happy as they used to be,but it is true that the flowers of tomorrow are the seeds of yesterday.All things grow with love because gardening is as American as apple pie.
Today I talked to a brick wall,then ate an apple to keep the doctor away even though
apples never fall far from the tree.I have an axe to grind having ants in my pants.
My mind is clear as a bell and is cold as ice.
I'm as common as dirt.As delicate as a flower.As fresh as a daisy.As hot as hell and
as poor as dirt.I'm as pure as snow and walk as slow as molasses.Which puts me at the bottom of the pecking order.
My tenet is as solid as the ground we walk on,at the crack of dawn and is as solid as a rock.
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