The Blues
A pretty young maiden blew a kiss.
The young soldier was feeling blue at the end of the leave.
The azure blue sea shone like diamonds.
The little boy's leg was bruised black and blue.
The wind blew into a hurricane.
He made a blue.
He blew his own trumpet.
They were singing the blues.
Look what the cat blew in.
Blue moon.
Bluebells.
Blue skies.
Bluebonnets.
Blueberries.
Blue suede shoes.
Blew, Blue, Blue, Blew,
Those blues are everywhere, man!
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