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Originally Posted by TarJak
"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!" Or not as the case may be.
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Lady Liberty isn't supposed to sneak them in under her skirt.
I say...re-open Ellis Island.
