Saturday, July 15, 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-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

From "The New Colossus" By Emma Lazurus


At Thursday, July 13, 2006 11:47:00 PM , Blogger betmo said...

she is still beautiful even if she is a prisoner.


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