I have an early day tomorrow, because we're taking our seniors on an all-day field trip. It will be fun. We chartered a bus, and we're spending the day in another city going to a conservatory and an art museum and out for lunch. I'm glad we're getting them out of school and out of the city to do things they've never done before. But I do have to be up earlier than usual, and it's already after midnight, so I'm not going to stay up writing until 3:00 am. Instead, I'm going to share this heart-wrenching, powerful poem with you. (Warning: Button Poetry can be addictive.)
I am being held hostage here by Dolores, my unintentional Muse. I have little control over the content of this blog, except to make sure it's the truth. Don't try to save me. She has long fingernails and when she cracks her toes the sound will make you crazy. Don't ask me how I know.
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