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All in a Weekend's Work


 

 Babysitting every weekend, what a                                                                                        burden.                                                                                                                                               Then they laugh, they smile, and it all seems                                                                                  worthwhile.                                                                                                                                   Medicine,                                                                                                                                                   is just a start to get these children fit for life.                                                                                                                                                             That start, is where I will put my heart, though on the way there is sure to be some                       strife.                                                                                                                                                     The change a job like this could bring me, is more than the eye can see.                                                                                                                                                           It means each day spent doing what I                                                                                                 love,                                                                                                                                                       my careful hands fixed inside a glove.                                                                                               Fixing boo boo's and owey's is where I'll be,                                                                                    helping children to the best of my ability.                                    

 

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