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The Janitor
I hang my backpack on the wall on the nail.
 I feel bad for the nail
 because
 it holds all my important stuff.
 I play with friends
 as my teacher grades my work.
 My friend, Molly, falls down from the monkey bars.
 She screams.
 The teacher does not care.
 I run to help her
 though I don't know how.
 She yells at her knee
 that bleeds with roses.
 Mama always knew what to do when I bleed roses.
 The janitor
 who is moping the floor close by
 kneels down beside me.
 I show Him my friend.
 He touches her knee like
 my Mama does to me.
 He does not know her.
 I don't think.
 She stops
 screaming,
 yelping,whimpering.
 My friend looks at the Man.
 She does not thank Him, but Mama told me that
 I always thank people.
 I thank Him for her.
 He smiles at me with a great banana smile.
 Mama says I smile like that.
 I scream when He stands up and there
 is a hole in both His hands.
 He smiles and points to the hanging backpacks.
 My important stuff is hanging on that one nail.
 I have fear now.
 I run to grab the backpack
 and Molly follows me.
 He mops up Molly's bleeding roses
 with his hand, smiling tenderly.

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