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[–] enfa 0 points 1 point (+1|-0) ago 

Welcome, refugee.

“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.” 

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[–] The_Write_Stuff 0 points 1 point (+1|-0) ago 

The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.

Why am I taking that bit personally?