He had told him so until he was blue in the face.
He looked at the blue-black sky and sighed. He was turning blue with cold.
A blue morning.
Once in a blue moon, he could have listened to him.
Once in a blue moon, he could have taken his advice in account.
Of course he hadn't.
This morning gave him the blues.
He crawled in the blue bells. At least, he'd get the blue ribbon ! The Thrush leader, this bluestocking, with her blue rinsed hair, her blue-fox had been defeated. A pleasant memory. She was in a blue funk. She yelled blue murder, and he could have taken a blue pencil at her words.
A female Bluebeard, however. Her presence in the house had been a bold from the blue.
It had delayed him.
Once in a blue moon, he could have listened to him.
Once in a blue moon, he could have taken his advice in account.
Once in a blue moon, he could have waited.
Of course he hadn't.
He felt the blueprint in his breast pocket.
A blue bird.
He felt blue, as a vision came out of the blue.
A blue-eyed partner. The blue snake had hurled. « Your blue-eyed boy... »
Some blue cheese on the black bread.
Some blue berry jam
Some blue jokes to tell.
Some blue streak to talk.
Blue movie ?
Blue pencil !