Aquifer
Send us your tired, your weary ~
your "udder" masses yearning to drink milk ~
the wretched refuse of your fertilizer stores ~
Send these ~ the tired, worn out, sagging corn ~
I lift my lamp . . . above the Aquifer's moor!!!
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