a special class at school with labels on his
folders, written on his forehead all his life,
but when he told me firmly to take care of
what he called my laughter box, I saw the
wisdom there.
"If you don't," he cautioned,
"then you couldn't laugh." "I like to laugh,"
I said. "I like to laugh a lot." And so I'll
take good care of it, my laughter box, and
keep it filled with chortles and guffaws,
with giggles and big belly laughs,
and try to be around the folks
who fill it up with more,
regardless of the labels they may wear.
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2014
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