Quote of the Day
Sunday, April 09, 2006
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.
at the Statue of Liberty
(from Emma Lazarus' poem,
The New Colossus
posted by Bathus at 9:08 PM
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