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Stepping Onto Ellis Island, 1908

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Their sacks pile high
their backs ache from the pressure
no longer spry,
longing for a refresher,
hats upon tossed hair
brunette curls
see despair,
though no pearls
I see the beauty
inside,
flowing underneath the sooty
hide.
Jewish noses,
soon to smell new-world roses.





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