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The happy job


One job......May change my life

One job could make things all better

One job can help me forget my struggles

 

With one job I could get away from

My alcoholic father and support my young sisters

One job that will let my creativity shine

but at the same time let me

go out to dine.

 

One job that will let me travel, meet new people

and develop new cultures and traditions.

A job I could eat all the rice and drink all the tea

that I can devour. Most of all The job that

will make me,

Happy

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