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I made this for the Fourth of July.
The poem on the back reads...
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."Click here for a printable version (PDF)
This PDF is a bit large 750k but worth it!
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