I know this is a day late, but I thought that this was a very fitting poem for Labor Day.
Our current poet in school in none other than Dr. Seuss.
I. LOVE. SEUSS.
Enjoy!
This first version is more articulate, but less dramatic.
In this take she poured on the drama. (Or, in T's words, she got aggressive.)
Love, Us.
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