Tiny nerd · 2/9/2015

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Sometimes I feel very small on a bus full of kids. Like a tiny colorful nerd in a nerd box getting tousled around with all the rest. I get on the bus, Im the bus aide looking for my seat, I gaze down the isle at my row of kids. "Good morning" I say calling each by name wondering who I can help in someway today? My selection is large and the troubles are high. Who needs a compliment? Who needs some hope? Who needs a mother? Who needs my last piece of gum?


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