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Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Words from Brother Langston
A Dream Deferred
by Langston Hughes
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore--
And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar
over-- like a syrupy sweet?
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