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The original was posted on /r/washingtondc by /u/vtsandtrooper on 2023-09-09 01:01:09.

Now is the summer of our discontent

Made glorious autumn by this wind of York;

And all the heat that lour’d upon our house

In the deep bosom of the hells buried.

Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths.