Republicus
"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." The Statue of Liberty (P.S. Please be so kind as to enter through the proper channels and in an orderly fashion)
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are you related to the farmer?
Nope. What gave you that idea?
you remind me of him in a strange sort of way. that is a compliment, btw.
Well, thank you then. :)
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