May 12, 2009
Rhino
As I entered the post office, a portion of the engraved sonnet at the Statue of Liberty popped into my mind:
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,
to me...the United States Postal Service.
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