Mission Posted July 16, 2008 Share Posted July 16, 2008 Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled period shoes yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming closet. Send these, the worthless, tempest-tost to me... Anyone have a pair of worn out buckle shoes I can dress my skeleton with? Size matters not. Mycroft: "My brother has the brain of a scientist or a philosopher, yet he elects to be a detective. What might we deduce about his heart?" John: "I don't know." Mycroft: "Neither do I. But initially he wanted to be a pirate." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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