#RefugeesWelcome #NoBanNoWall "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." - Emma Lazarus

#RefugeesWelcome #NoBanNoWall "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." - Emma Lazarus

"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 Lazarus   http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_New_Colossus

"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 Lazarus http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_New_Colossus

Give me your tired, your poor. Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free. The wretched refuse of your steaming shore. Send these your homeless, tempest tossed to me. I lift my lamp besided the golden door.

Give me your tired, your poor. Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free. The wretched refuse of your steaming shore. Send these your homeless, tempest tossed to me. I lift my lamp besided the golden door.

"What do you love?" I cough, rub my tired eyes with my calloused hands, and lean my back against the bed frame. "I love the smell of coffee in the morning. Hell, I love coffee all the time period." I drum my fingers on my knee caps and meet his eyes. The boy with eyes that hold all the stories and all the secrets. These eyes are prying into mine, begging me to fully give in to his question. What do I love? And I, the girl who shut everyone out when she died, finally let the words out. s.g

"What do you love?" I cough, rub my tired eyes with my calloused hands, and lean my back against the bed frame. "I love the smell of coffee in the morning. Hell, I love coffee all the time period." I drum my fingers on my knee caps and meet his eyes. The boy with eyes that hold all the stories and all the secrets. These eyes are prying into mine, begging me to fully give in to his question. What do I love? And I, the girl who shut everyone out when she died, finally let the words out. s.g

"...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!"

"...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!"

"If you don't want your tax dollars to help the poor...country based on Christian values" Jimmy Carter quote

What Is Inscribed On The Statue of Liberty?

"If you don't want your tax dollars to help the poor...country based on Christian values" Jimmy Carter quote

The Statue of Liberty is no longer saying, 'Give me your poor, your tired, your huddled masses.' She's got a baseball bat and yelling, 'You want a piece of me?' / Robin Williams

Robin Williams Quotes

The Statue of Liberty is no longer saying, 'Give me your poor, your tired, your huddled masses.' She's got a baseball bat and yelling, 'You want a piece of me?' / Robin Williams

Poem: The New Colossus by Emma Lazarus: "Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to be free.." Statue of Liberty

Poem: The New Colossus by Emma Lazarus: "Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to be free.." Statue of Liberty

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