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Harlem – Langston Hughes by boo
March 21, 2010, 10:26 pm
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Harlem

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?

Maybe it just sags

like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?