“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your thirsty masses yearning to drink free,
The wretched refuse of your foaming tap.
Send these, the homeless, brewpub-tossed, to me:
I lift my glass beside the golden door."
Your thirsty masses yearning to drink free,
The wretched refuse of your foaming tap.
Send these, the homeless, brewpub-tossed, to me:
I lift my glass beside the golden door."
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