Send Me Your Tired, Your Poor... Oh! And A Side Of Fries.
Send me your tired, your poor... Oh! And a side of fries.
Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp! cries she With silent lips.
Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore....
Send me your money.
Fortune finishes the great quotations, #15 "Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses.
And while you're at it, throw in a couple of those Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders....
Send me a dollar and I'll send 3 cents to your charity.
My wife divorced me because I was having fries on the side.
Hi, what would you like with your fries?
See your dealer, or send a check to me: Joe Isuzu
You won first prize..! Send me $50. and I'll send your prize!