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  •  "Fegetaboudit" to take the place of (0+ / 0-)

    Give me your tired, your poor,
    Your huddled masses, yearning to breath free,
    The wretched refuse of your teeming shore,
    Send these, the homeless, tempest tost to me,
    I lift my lamp beside the golden door.

    We asked them to come: the tired, poor, huddled masses, wretched refuse, the homeless. And now we take it all back. Have Christo wrap her in black mourning.

    "He went to Harvard, not Hogwarts." ~Wanda Sykes

    Blessinz of teh Ceiling Cat be apwn yu, srsly.

    by OleHippieChick on Mon Jun 24, 2013 at 05:19:10 PM PDT

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