pitcher tuck by buddy don: parkin liberty

lets hope we kin git er back sumday. heres a pitcher that splains a lot of whuts happenin rite in frunt of our eyes, liberty bein parked.

mayhap they kin brang er back out once sum of them offendin frazes has all been scraped offn er. i thank ye know the ones i mean, the ones writ by emma lazerus:

"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!"