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Thursday Morning
It's Thursday morning,
and I sit a moment, and wonder
what is in store for me today.
Maybe an unexpected meeting,
or a fall, or a fight, or an absence!
I wonder whether my smallest, most
difficult, explosive, tiny boy,
will be at school.
If he is absent, the stress level
will be reduced by 90%.
Now I feel guilty for even
thinking like this.
But at least I know, that
I have no playground duty today!
Thank God for that!
Look at the time!!
I'd better stop this,
and get in the car, or
I will be late for school.!
Joy Weare.
28th October, 2004.
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Thursday Morning
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