Give me your tired, your poor,

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.

Oh, wait, I’ve forgot, it’s January 2017…I won’t take them anymore, sorry.

#Let’s make America f* great again.

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