chalk dust on her hands

game chants in her ears

thirty heads a-bobbing

eagerly innocent dears

think she's like them, no

thoughts but right now,

her minds miles away:

why am I a silly cow?

daily strives to impress

ambitious hectic whirr

one bloke after another

none were right for her

as usual on auto-pilot

teaching maths by rote

kids get on h...

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