I got a little poem we can all recite in December.
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"Twas the night before inaugural, when all through the house. Not a creature was stirring not even a mouse (Rooster). The stock certs were hung on the refrigerator with care. In hopes that St Petersburg soon would be there. The investors were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of Baltia danced in their heads.