alone
between a life
boring and sufficient,
and a life
that seems
almost too good
to be true.
I'm an unemployed
Kindergarten teacher,
is what I tell
anyone who asks.
Stuck between
$7.25 an hour,
$2.13 an hour plus tips,
$10.00 an hour, and
my dreams.
Waiting,
looking
to be in
the right place
any time.
Friday, July 08, 2005
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2 comments:
very imaginative. First time here. Nice blog. You seem to be someone who's interested in photography. Check out my photoblog - snapshots2097.blogspot.com
Will surely be back here.
very different ....I was amused by this poem
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