Posted on 05/25/2015 5:26:00 AM PDT by Clintons-B-Gone
As I sat all alone in the courthouse square, an old man named Sam approached me there.
His once-dark locks were now all gray. His eyes were bright, sharp, and clear. They pierced your soul, your heart, your mind, and showed not a trace of fear.
He looked tired and weary, aged past his years. His lips held a smile, but his hand wiped a tear
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Very Appropriate. Should have posted the entire writing. Makes you feel even heavier the burden of the rotten pukes in government today.
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