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Langston Hughes

Langston Hughes

Park Bench

I live on a park bench.
You, Park Avenue.
Hell of a distance
Between us two.
 
I beg a dime for dinner—
You got a butler and maid.
But I’m wakin’ up!
Say, ain’t you afraid
 
That I might, just maybe,
In a year or two,
Move on over
To Park Avenue?

#Americans #Blacks

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