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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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