“Give me your lazy, your rich, your pale skinned masses yearning to feel superior,
the wealthy refuse of your teeming shore, send these, the clueless,
white bread to me: I lift my lamp beside the golf club door.”
“Give me your lazy, your rich, your pale skinned masses yearning to feel superior,
the wealthy refuse of your teeming shore, send these, the clueless,
white bread to me: I lift my lamp beside the golf club door.”