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November Eighth Election Day
By Franklin Price
11/8/2016

November eighth election day
The end is finally here
To the dirtiest campaigning
Ever run for most the year

Both parties were ferocious
In pursuing president
If they could go a darker place
That's exactly where they went

No subject was verbotten
Whether truth or outright lie 
I was so much shocked and awed
Should I laugh or should I cry?

Those days are now behind us
The polls will open soon
With  voters waiting at the door
To cast the liar or buffoon

Hate to have to say it
But that is what they are
After you have cast your vote
I'll meet you at the bar

We'll drink the voting day away
We will have done  our civil right
Voted who we thought was best
Now we'll drink into the night

Watching TV's first returns
And the exit polling views
Broadcasting and predicting
We may believe it if choose

It is not over 'til it's over
'Til the final vote is cast
Don't let the  pundits keep you home
Go 'til the polls are closed at last

No matter who the winner is
The liar or buffoon
We voted, did our duty
The end results apparent soon

When the winner takes the office
And becomes our president
It will soon become quite evident
If our vote was rightly spent

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