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The School Run
Swinging upwards,
scathingly steering myself towards salvation.
School Run: teacher testimonials and tallies.
An “Other,”
an outcast from tradition.
Rousing the reluctant offspring,
combative to my requests.
We breakfast briefly,
on little balls of sugary synthetic yellowness
We arrive at school,
greet the countless glamorous goddesses
oozing out of the orifices
...Tuesday 2nd December 2014 4:50 pm
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