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Bags upon bags upon piles within piles of bags
Yes, teachers are the ultimate bag-ladies.
Rarely but occasionally a bag-man steps into our midst
But here at the elementary school it is usually women
Who drag in carrying bag upon bag upon pile upon pile upon bag.

I meet them at the door sometimes to help them out 
Relieving them of two or three of their six to sixteen bags.
Some are filled with granite and ice sculptures. 
I always try not to choose those.

One of our teachers works at two schools.
She has chains sticking out of her purse.
The blue chain is our school. I know better than to unbalance her.
I meet her, grab the blue chain, and unlock her door when I see her.

She is carrying six “big gulp cups” – the thirty-two ounces.
I had to give up soda pop five years ago. 
Too much flatulence, and the children are 
all at the wrong level for that.

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