"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-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
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Claire Wilson 10 Mar 2009
Excellent Work!Francis Rivera 07 Mar 2009
Very nice! ^_^gerry logan 07 Mar 2009
What a grand job you have done on this grand lady. I seen her one night as the plan flew into New York she is indeed a grand sight to behold and you have done super heredebbie collier 06 Mar 2009
Beautifully done!!!Seth Weaver 06 Mar 2009
An awe-inspiring work Greg. Definitely my Pick-of-the-Day!! This work makes you feel PROUD!