Guess the lamp has gone out and the golden door is tarnished!
“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!” as per Emma Lazarus for the Statue of Liberty.
June Wright, Los Osos
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