Sunday, January 22, 2006
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! Inspiring! i am feeling so cultured now. POETRY, mmmMmmmmmMmmM.
Mrs Brightside at 2:42 am
{xoxo}