Gerry Gomez
Gerry Gomez
Vanessa
San Francisco • 2016
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When I get to my work I see many empty seats.
In the morning I lose some of my patience while during class,
but in the afternoon my head is on fire,
because these kids don’t understand the meaning of quiet.
They make lots of noises but some kids make my day.
They do behave,
but soon they will go to Middle School but I wish they remember me
by their teacher Jerry Gomez.
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