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Labor Poem by Chris Bunton In my school dazemy younger dumber daze,I learned many things,but not what I need. I admit I rejected themlike a bad boy does.It’s my fault, they say.It’s my fault, I’m poor. I kind of know what verbs areand what X+T might be.But, what do I do when a cop calls?HowContinue reading “School Daze”