A roving, a roving, since roving's been my ruin
I'll go no more a roving with thee fair maid.
So Dubya may soon be singing to his precious Turd Blossom -- if, that is, it turns out that Rove's were the lips that loosed the name of Valerie Plame.
Couldn't happen to a nicer fella.
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