Coo...coo... here comes the dove from above!

We are pleased to announced we are having babies. Two of them, to be exact.

I am now rather amazed that anyone is letting me lead the nation into a party,

Johnson leaned down and added his lips to her hopeful little pile of human tissue and transformed her mouth into a moaning, begging megaphone for her vagina.

Censure acquits the raven, but pursues the dove.

And I said, Oh that I had wings like a dove! for then would I fly away, and be at rest.