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Twenty-two More Days
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School/Students My head is splitting. My eyes burn.
It's hard to keep to a task.
There's work to do each way I turn,
I know answers, but nobody asks.
I fall asleep sitting upwards.
This morning my shoes were mismatched.
I feel like a physical sluggard.
I've an albatross. It is attached.
I WOULD tell them that I'm quitting,
But two habits keep me in need.
They're living indoors and eating,
So I guess I'll stay up to speed.
"Just twenty-two days! I'll make it!"
She said as she fell to the floor.
School will be out for the summer,
All I need is some rest--nothing more.
Oh I understand the feeling! I may not be a teacher, but us 'lunch ladies' in the school kitchen are counting the days also! As of today (May 1st) it's also ......22 more days. No more fries, no more apple sauce, no more beans in any shape or form. I can't wait!!!
So you say it's not polished----who has the energy for 'polishing'.....I like it the way it is.
Kim