Stethoscope

So you say, yeah so you say . . .
thoughts that are trapped they get in my way:
the time of twelve and the years soon after
have never interfered with insane laughter,
but don't think that life has been grande,
each torment has been bottled, those irritating grits of sand . . .
       – 8/5/92

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Be aware:  copying this poem without referring to Constance Laymon as author is plagiarism!

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