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Dream Job


Dreaming of a job

where I can save lives of the poor and oppressed

helping ill and less fortunate,

who live on the fringe and are most times depressed.

 

Medical science

is that dream

where I can change the future

for those in the extreme.

 

Visit third world countries

give them a piece of my heart

allow them to live

simply by providing them a quart.

 

A quart of health care

that otherwise they would not receive

to make them smile

would be such a relief.

 

I pray that this dream

will truly come true

so I can be that one guy

who makes it possible for their dark skies to turn blue.

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