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The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she With silent lips. "Give me your drunk, your sarcastic, Your intoxicated masses yearning to jangle free, The semi-nude refuse of your teeming internets. Send these, the somewhat bored, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my beer beside the golden shower!... …" (it's "golden door" in the actual inscription, so yeah, golden shower, get it?!... ...don't roll your eyes at me... I'm cool, remember that.) |
