I agree with Dive, but wasn't going to say anything.
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.” ― Emma Lazarus
Here is a forum rendition
Give me your rusted, your thin walled, Your huddled masses or rusty junk, The wretched refuse wanting displayed in a man cave. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me: I lift my lamp beside rusted old mementos of a time long passed .” ― Numerous Forumites.
Just a little humor in between calls of my ex wife wont...... or by husband wont.......or I ran away cause I didn't want to clean my room. lol