Make No Bones About It
Bony bona fide bones bare bones
Skeleton key turning a bone of contention
Sticks and stones break bones words do hurt close to the bone
Not so funny hitting funny bone hard words break no bones
Depends who is speaking old school don’t be an idle bonehead
Be like dog with a bone gnawing it till tomorrow
His word a fire in my bone true to the bone envy is rottenness
To the bone a broken spirit driest the bone don’t be chilled to the bone
Pleasant words health to the bone so bones may rejoice
Working fingers to the bone be not wise in thine
Own sight fear the Lord depart from evil a bone to pick
Dead man’s chest be not filled with dead men’s bones
Prophecy to bones dem dem bones come together again
Look to the cross not to skull and bones crossed bones
Playing bones Yo ho ho Rome’s smoked filled bottle
They grind bones to make their bread who Jesus has freed
Don’t point that bonier finger but back in the closet
Not a bone was broken as he died for our sins
Or you may be a bag of bones chilled to the bone
Being bone dry baring your own sin upon your bones
He is bone of my bone empty tomb make no bones about it
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2010
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