Papers here, papers there,
Papers getting in my hair.
Papers in and out of doors,
Papers coming out my pores.
Enrollments, junk mail, lesson plans, newsletters,
Computer print-outs, financials, jottings.
Suddenly I can’t deal with the daily mail.
It piles up in various places.
I don’t know how things have sunk to this state.
Mail falls into the recycling and gets lost.
When I can barely walk through my office
Things are really bad.
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