Jonathan Shayfer1 min readBRIDGE HOUSEGive me your tired, your whining Poms,your coughing masses yearning to be warm.Send us your tempest tossed, hold the course steady,but no convicts allowed - we're full of those already.
Give me your tired, your whining Poms,your coughing masses yearning to be warm.Send us your tempest tossed, hold the course steady,but no convicts allowed - we're full of those already.
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