The Kindergarten Teacher
This morning I am on my way
To teach another long, hard day.
My stomach's often tied in knots
Before I face those screaming tots
With untied shoes and runny noses,
My job is not a bed of roses,
And yet my heart keeps telling me
There's no place else I'd rather be.
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