Saturday, March 05, 2005

Think They'd Join Up?

Uncle Sam wants 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, to dare to triumph over tyrrany.

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