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one grey morning in March

I woke this day to sullen sky, pouting and spitting but not quite raining.  The sun has thrown its covers over its head and is holding out for the weekend.  Combine this weather with that particular American madness we call democracy, and it seemed a good morning to sip a cup of Poe.

You’re welcome, America.

…That motley drama—oh, be sure
   It shall not be forgot!
With its Phantom chased for evermore
   By a crowd that seize it not,
Through a circle that ever returneth in
   To the self-same spot,
And much of Madness, and more of Sin,
   And Horror the soul of the plot…

-Edgar Allan Poe, “The Conqueror Worm

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