'Twas early June, the new grass was flourishing everywheres, the posies in the yard—peonies and such—in full bloom, the sun was shining, and the water of the bay was blue, with light green streaks where the shoal showed.

He'd felt like Kathryn's soul was in her eyes as she'd regarded him for those precious few seconds... and her spirit was even more exponentially beautiful than […]

Coolio, whose spindly and sprouting cornrows defined his look, went on to sell over 17 million records throughout his career.

The partridge sitteth on eggs, and hatcheth them not.