

count, count, count.
it's a full count.
if it can be known, count me in.
yeah tell me about, i'm like a sailor when i'm sober.
upside down at more miles per hour than i can count and sadly it feels as though i just can't handle it like i used to.
curiosity killed the cat, but it gave birth to the human.
i can count to twenty, and then one more for a good night.
Crime sucks.
I certainly have a lot of blessings to count this weekend and better get started right away if I plan to finish counting them all before bed.
people wash their hands by the lengths of their socks.
as far as we know we've only got one, so we better make it count.
my tongue doesn't do any tricks, but it can do wonders on an ice cream cone.
two punch count. off with one. off with another.
yes yes, much rather fall in love, then never fall at all.
one can always count on a nice big bowl of ice cream. in matter of fact research shows that one bowl of ice cream every four hours results in pure bliss. but if you have one bowl of mint chip a day it is the equivalent.
clocks tick faster than we can count. years go buy faster than we can see. looking around we don't feel the years whisping away. but they do right under our nose. there's dignity in time. things prevail. the lookback time of reminscing. looking over the belchony and dreaming before moving to another stage of life. the belchony of love and the heavens. there's a storm happening over there. it's full of your homes, where your pictures grow, and hearts strengthen. raining down is peace, little wet droplets, before they hit they spring into white doves. bring in the wind. bring in the clouds. bring in that rain. survive this storm. cut through the heat. you're in bliss walking to eternity. wet, cold, and shivering, nothing holds back this smile. bring on the storm.