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Playmates of a stammerer

1 min readApr 22, 2017

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They say
I never spoke, at all,
not for a long time
— and then, too, with a lisp,
but — Silkflowers
wafted to my side,
lighting for play;
squirrels chattered for tag
and morning still listened
to birdsong.

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That was before
words tied my tongue.

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Tyrone Graham
Tyrone Graham

Written by Tyrone Graham

In the beginning was the word. And I got paid for it.

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