Friday, March 6, 2009
Lady Liberty
"Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
Do you think these people really want the above-mentioned masses showing up at their door?
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