you’re barking up the wrong track
don’t cry over spilled beans
I smell a rat’s ass
you can’t make a purse from a sow’s lipstick
it was just a mudslide in a teapot
that’s a fine kettle of loaves and fishes
let sleeping dogs wake with fleas
don’t count your chickens before they cross the road
a bird in the hand gets the worm
he was born with a silver bullet in his mouth
she let the cat out of the poke
he is preaching to the choir loft
gird up your family jewels
he was hoist with his own cherry picker
he led Primrose down the path not taken
a rolling stone kills no birds
he was last man on the telephone pole
she wears her hair on her sleeve
she wants to have her druthers and eat it too
try to think outside the box of chocolates
let’s sing to break the tip of the iceberg
a penny for your thoughts and prayers
he killed two birds with one heart of stone
they are as light as birds of a feather
she hit the books by the cover
the jury is out in left field
you have to grab the bull by the china shop
every cloud has a silver bullet
all that glitters is not a mother lode
the pen is mightier than the plowshare
yesterday he kicked the bucket list
he’s a mere shell of his former seashore
stop beating around two birds in the bush
they are as thick as highway robbery
the elephant in the room never forgets
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