"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!"

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Adopted from Emma Lazarus manuscript

at the Statue of Liberty

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For all of the people who've been beaten down and disrespected by this world, this practice is for you.

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For all of the people who've dared to believe that there is a better way, where all of your concerns will be heard and respected, this practice is for you.

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For all of the people looking for state of the art healthcare where you're treated like family, this practice is for you.

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James Matthews, M.D.