Not like the brazen giant of Hollywood fame, With conquering albums astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a pencil, whose graphite Is the imprisoned diamond, and her name Mother of Exiles. From her writing-hand Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep, ancient sites, your storied pomp!" cries she 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 nameless, pseudonymous to me, I lift my nib beside the golden door!"
Well that's a relief. i just assumed you unfriended me after I tagged you repeatedly in posts about why you should Let Jesus In To Your Life and how you can Make America Great Again and why Vaccines Kill More People Than Handguns and Cars Combined
That seems...dangerous. Did Facebook also tell you that their Nigerian prince uncle died and you need to give them your ID and $5000 and they'll give you his inheritance?
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With conquering albums astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a pencil, whose graphite
Is the imprisoned diamond, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her writing-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep, ancient sites, your storied pomp!" cries she
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 nameless, pseudonymous to me,
I lift my nib beside the golden door!"
-Emma Lazarus, 1883
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Did you know that Facebook demands legal ID to get your account back? It's like I've been pulled over by the internet.
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