Sow dry and set wet. The scum of the earth. A stepping stone to. Run to seed. Slow as molasses in January. A stepping stone to. Your barking up the wrong tree. Stop and smell the roses. Stone cold sober. You throw filth on the living and flowers on the dead.Pin a rose on your nose. Sweet as apple pie. You say potayto, I say potahto. When the cows come home. A rose by any other name would smell as sweet. Survival of the fittest.