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Harsh Lesson

against my desk I lay my weary head ailing of sully thoughts. the prediction of an angry ruler, a shadow above me. dreading to rise and face the wrath, the answer unknown- or flown to a place of respite. words boom, resounding, demanding explanation. then, a vengeful blow lands solid upon my back. bored slumber now gone, stripped painfully away. the problem child, face to face with harshness, makes learning miserable, instead of wonderment and joy.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Date: 6/27/2010 5:08:00 PM
yes, so hard to love, but they need us more and more.
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