ExpectationsA Poem by ashleydawn
"She wants to go to Western," she told him.
"To become a teacher." "That may be a place to start," he chuckled. "But I have bigger plans for you." With my mouth wide open poked and prodded with tools and the slight possibility of metal I was unable to offer a rebuke When my dentist told me that I would become President.
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Added on March 23, 2011 Last Updated on March 23, 2011 |