A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles.
With silent lips. "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!"
He should sell the Statue for scrap to shore up his wall. That would be fitting. It would illustrate just how great America has become. Then again, I don't think he meant the time his oopah got here.
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