this is how i feel today
Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled databases 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!*
*when i wrote this, i meant it with exasperated sarcasm. i really meant, “please, please stop giving me your tired, poor, huddled databases…”
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