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Monday, August 24th, 2009Work feels same as jail
Teaching will find me much joy
Children are the light
Submitted by: Meg Cardoza
Work feels same as jail
Teaching will find me much joy
Children are the light
Submitted by: Meg Cardoza
Food is my downfall
Someday I will enjoy me
Walking serves me joy
Submitted by: Meg Cardoza
Neighbor is outside
Screaming his head off again
Making me anxious
Stop requested means
“STOP!” It doesn’t mean drive for
three more blocks, then stop