PatrioticArt

Scars It had been a long time since he'd had a chance to look in a mirror. He couldn't tell how long, exactly, but enough time had passed that he had a difficult time recognizing the reflection that peered back at him. It was strange how a man could appear so different in a relatively short amount of time. His skin was still about the same shade of pale that it had been most of his life, his eyes the same shade of blue, and his hair remained, unchangingly, the same dark mousey brown. Glasses still perched slightly askewer on his pointed, straight nose.  He hadn't grown, nor had he shrunk, and he maintained all of his limbs through the bat

On the first part of the session I was looking at all the life There were people and crowds with signs and things There was lots and lots of protesting The first thing I met was a fly  on my lip And the people shouting loud The heat was hot and my mouth was dry But the air was full of sound I've been voting in the Senate on a bill with no name It felt good to be spending again In the Senate you can remember your name 'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain La, la ... After two days in the session run They filibustered like Hell After three days in the Senate fun I was looking at the bill called a shell And the story