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May 2013
You never know
what’s going to happen. Back then
there were more teachers than students
and I don’t think anyone grows up.
What if I don’t want to be promoted?
It’s like learning a foreign language.
Managing the cash flow was
the trickiest part of the job.

People knew.

I listened and responded to
their problems, questions, concerns.
Good citizens pay
bills on time, they show town pride.
I am grateful to live and work and appreciate
a good town we have for children.
Everyone works to find
common ground.

But I can’t relate.

Good work cannot be rewarded.
We breed animus and resentment.
Liz
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Liz
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   victoria
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