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The New Colossus

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
MOTHER OF EXILES. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "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,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

Emma Lazarus


"The New Colossus" is a sonnet that American poet Emma Lazarus (18491887) wrote in 1883 to raise money for the construction of a pedestal for the Statue of Liberty.[2] In 1903, the poem was cast onto a bronze plaque and mounted inside the pedestal's lower level.


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The love of my life fell ill last week and ended up in the hospital.

We planned on bringing our baby boy to the polls together today.

Over the weekend I made three trips back and forth from the hospital to the Supervisor of Elections office in order to get proper documentation, affidavits, signatures and ballot. She was hospitalized one day to late for the more simple process to be used. It was one of the most painful weekends of my life as all I wanted to do was hold my wife. All I wanted to do was hold my wife. All I wanted to do was hold my wife. All she wanted to do was vote. I gave up time with her, my job, and my son in order to fulfill her wish. I delivered it directly to the Supervisor of Elections office and they accepted the signature on the spot. Said it wasn't being sent "upstairs". I broke down in tears. Her ballot was straight D.

This morning I went with my son(21 months) to vote. We did so with heavy hearts. Truthfully, my son just misses his mom, he is not allowed where she is at, and only comprehends that she all of the sudden wasn't around. That is the burden of his pain. We have no clue as to her future but do know her wish has been fulfilled.

While the process took a considerable amount of time and was a pain, I can see the reason for each step they had. I want to thank the Supervisor of Elections office staff for how helpful they were. At every step. On the phone. In person. And to me as a human being. I never break-down. I fell to the floor in tears at their office. They held me. They comforted me. I just wanted to be with my wife.

Go Florida. GOTV

Have a good thought for my wife. She is young and strong.
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