You wouldn't know subtle if it punched you in the face
The silence screamed like a banshee in your ear
An altruistic devil is stealing your soul
He softly rattled some sense out of your head
His actions spoke in a foreign tongue
All those broken eggs and not one single omelet
The winning-est quitter in the history of mankind
He was doing like the French while in Rome
Time healed but left one helluva scar
The wicked were resting on the couch
That apple came to rest miles from the tree on the hill
The early bird met up with the late cat
The meek are fighting over their inheritance
Pride was well behind him but he still tripped up
Slow and steady came in a distant fourth
The iron was cold but it still did the job when used for striking
The sun was shining but no hay was made
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