The Night of Elections By, Sandra C. Wright* ‘Twas the night of Elections, of a red White House Every creature was stirring, no fury could douse; The plywood was hung on the windows with care, In fear that the rioters soon would be there;…
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The Night of Elections By, Sandra C. Wright* ‘Twas the night of Elections, of a red White House Every creature was stirring, no fury could douse; The plywood was hung on the windows with care, In fear that the rioters soon would be there;…