No because they keep moving from house to house to museam and they never felt homesick.
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?
Harlem is a poem by Langston Hughes.
The helping verb. Look the def up on google that should give you an answer
Answer:
Haiku Year
© Paul Holmes More By Paul Holmes
Published: May 2014
JANUARY
Delightful display
Snowdrops bow their pure white heads
To the sun's glory.
FEBRUARY
Fresh green buds appear
Indicating spring will soon
Energize us all.
MARCH
Lambs gambol in fields
Frisky with the joys of life
Bleating happily.
APRIL
Bluebells stand so proud
Beneath trees so sparsely dressed
Fresh green leaves unfold.
MAY
Much awaited sound
Echoes heard amid dense trees
Cuckoo has arrived.
JUNE
Parks and gardens burst
With sounds and vibrant colours
Perfect harmony.
JULY
Beaches become full
Of families having fun
In sand and big waves.
AUGUST
Ripe golden harvest
Burning sun in azure skies
Labours rewarded.
SEPTEMBER
Swallows congregate
On telephone wires ready
To migrate down south.
OCTOBER
Red and gold leaves fall,
Crunchy as cornflakes beneath
Feet on a crisp morn.
NOVEMBER
Frosty webs sparkle
In the early morning sun
Brightly bejeweled.
DECEMBER
First few flakes of snow
Dust gardens like icing on
A chocolate cake.
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