Rain or shine, go make your cross
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Voting day is like a hundred and one fables rolled into one. The big bad wolf is closer to the door than ever, while Goldilocks has spent three decades searching for something that’s just right.
Instead, there’s been endless huffing and puffing, with witches fattening voters for slaughter.
Even the breadcrumbs have disappeared, pecked away by scavengers while the economy fell on its own sword. And that’s why voting matters.
Apologies to Aesop, but when the North Win
Instead, there’s been endless huffing and puffing, with witches fattening voters for slaughter.
Even the breadcrumbs have disappeared, pecked away by scavengers while the economy fell on its own sword. And that’s why voting matters.
Apologies to Aesop, but when the North Win
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