The deferred dream slips away

The American jazz poet, Langston Hughes, famously wrote: 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.

Put up or shut up

We all break laws on occasion. Anyone who buys a newspaper from a street seller is breaking the law by aiding and abetting a jaywalker and conducting commerce in a street without a licence.

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