Saturday, September 30, 2006

700 Miles of Un-Americanism

The New Emma Lazarus:

Don't 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, back where they came from:
I extinguish my lamp beside the golden door.

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