"Yeah." Dante said, "Course we can be friends." he gave her a smile, "And don't let the scars fool ya, I'm not some thug, and way smarter then my accent would suggest." he added jokingly.

"Mr. Hawthorn!" Mr. Mason said, "Is your chat more important than my class."

"No, sir I am paying attention." Dante said, sitting back straight in his seat, "Every word."

"Then, if you've payed so much attention. Please graces us with the answer to the question. Who wrote The New Colossus."

"Emma Lazarus. Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"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 these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!" Dante said standing and reciting the poem.

"Inconceivable!" Mr. Mason said shocked. "Sit down!"

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