Monday, September 19, 2016

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There, of course, is much to do
As I face my students today.
At the best, I'll take them through
And make them feel at play,
But doing so is quite the chore,
The more since all unfeigned
It must appear, or else a bore
Of me they'll have complained.
Since I am now insecure,
Of contingent employ,
The students' wills I must endure;
I am, in truth, their toy.
So I must hope they play well,
Lest I remain in job hell.

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