Rhyme and Reason
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Verse of the Day
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?
Harlem, Langston Hughes
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