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! Or so it says on the base plaque. One last photo before Trump has it torn down. Not our Donald’s vision for America.
Don’t Tell Trump
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