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 Bwog’s meeting tonight, at 7pm in the SGO on the 5th floor of Lerner. America via Wikimedia Commons
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