We brought in on ourselves by posting this message by the front door,
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-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!
Maybe we need to post an addendum, "the country is now full".
Last edited by 260Remguy; 02/05/24.
