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Sunday, January 29, 2017

Standing Tall, Silently Weeping. . .

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.
Author: Emma Lazarus
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5 comments:

  1. Debbie-Dabble Blog and A Debbie-Dabble ChristmasSunday, January 29, 2017

    I so agree and have been upset all day... I am the grand daughter of immigrants from Poland.....

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  2. Tina SamsSunday, January 29, 2017

    Thank you <3

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  3. Ruth from Eugene OregonSunday, January 29, 2017

    Rosemary, you and I can trace our families back to the very start of this country, and proud of it, we can not let this happen , I protest against this inhumanity,

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  4. CarrieSunday, January 29, 2017

    So upset here in NY.

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  5. Marilyn MillerMonday, January 30, 2017

    I just quoted this on FB yesterday. I pray our government takes note and changes their ways soon. A very sad time!

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