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elizabeth-cooper t1_iuk39et wrote

That poem is about poor and embattled refugees, not college graduates from Ohio.

Based on my ability to read and 90 years of my family in Brooklyn.

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!"

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