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| 'a fine kettle of fish' |
“A glooming peace this morning with it brings;
The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head:
Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things;
Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished:
For never was a story of more woe...."
Thank you everyone who stayed home and didn't vote yesterday. The next four years are on your head.
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