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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.
-- words at the base of the Statue of Liberty, written by Emma Lazarus
01 May 2006
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Mmmm...Sweet words.
Thank you, by the way, for the words of encouragement on the dating thing. I'm going to give it another date and be right up front - stand up for myself more and then see if HE wants to stick around for an independent, free woman.
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