“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.
immigration shouldnt matter .
Created with images by Britt Selvitelle - "Immigration Reform Rally" • ribzy - "immigration is rad!" • zieak - "Guayaquil airport immigration"
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