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We are a hand that opens a door
We are a voice that says good morning
We are a teacher without a lesson plan
We are a counselor on the move   
We have two ears that hear and listen 
We have two eyes that never see enough
We are known by first name to those who matter
We are unknown to the many who complain
We are not valued by those we work for
We are worth more to those who depend on us
We make perfect trips every day and no one notices
We make one mistake and the tears of many will fall
Our worst fear, our nightmare could come to pass  
Our pain most profound is one few will ever know
We are the folks you never thought cared
We drive the big yellow bus

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