Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken!
It hurts to breathe. It hurts to live. I hate her, yet I do not think I can exist without her.
If love had feathers and tasted like dog food, then I suggest you wear shoes with your banana pudding. (This statement also defines my political beliefs).
Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul. And sings the tune Without the words, and never stops at all.
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.