Part of the inscription on the base of the Statue of Liberty says:
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!
I don't thing we take the words so seriously these days.
Going to try to shoot the NYC fireworks tonight. It's a big deal.
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