I enter into a world <br />full of crepe paper <br />and tiled floors <br />every morning at 7: 45. <br />The children all have colds <br />and the teachers all have coffee. <br />Art projects <br />and colored paper <br />surround me in a whirlwind <br />of technicolor.<br /><br />Samantha Bursich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/working/
