Wednesday, October 5, 2016

AMERICA

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.


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  1. Stephanie FarisOctober 6, 2016 at 5:27 PM

    Beautiful! We can say so much with pictures, can't we?

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    1. UnknownOctober 6, 2016 at 6:01 PM

      Thank you, Stephanie. That poem had been running through my head for days before I realized what I wanted to do with it.

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