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Poem by Emma Lazarus"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-tossed, to me:I lift my lamp beside the golden door."And then raise & collect your taxes to feed more!
sounds erie familiar to stuff I hear about 8-12 years agoali
she looks like she is imploding...
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Poem by Emma Lazarus
"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-tossed, to me:
I lift my lamp beside the golden door."
And then raise & collect your taxes to feed more!
sounds erie familiar to stuff I hear about 8-12 years ago
ali
she looks like she is imploding...
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