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This is the life of an idiom:

keeping all your broken eggs

in one basket of spilled milk,

crying over itself

as the cows come home

to roost.

They catch thirty two

birds

with one penny saved

and earn what they sow

while the chickens stand to be counted

among the few

before they hatch and burn,

because time flies before it goes down in flames

and out with a bang

from the sound of one hand clapping.

Out of the mother of all invention,

let them eat cake,

because life is like a box

thinking outside of itself

while it speaks softly

and carries a big stick

so it can stand on the shoulders of giants,

the weakest link

in the fence that sits

when the bough breaks

in the eye of the beholder,

waiting to see

if one can get blood thicker than water

out of a stone.

Changing horses in midstream of consciousness,

fools rush in where men are made

healthy wealthy and wise

by burning the midnight oil.

Get out of the kitchen

if you can’t stand

that still waters run deep

out of sight, out of luck,

out of time waits for no man.

The more things change,

the more tomorrow never comes.