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Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.Permalink On twitter.com
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Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!On twitter.com
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I think I might get a plaque of this and post it at the street on my land.Permalink On twitter.com