The New Colossus
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!

The New Colossus

Mother of Exiles. Today, somewhere between the celebrations, the fireworks and family, take a minute to reflect on who you are.

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