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My Dream


A child is precious,

Her life is even more so.

A life full of innocence 

and little experience. 

 

To make a child right, 

teach it to be smart, 

not cool, or violent 

But wise

 

But make a child wrong, 

and the harder things will be. 

A life full of sadness, 

sorrow, agony, 

or maybe even all three

 

Maybe I'm delirious 

or maybe it's my passion, 

but one day, My Dream is 

to prevent all these things from happening. 

With one real clear profession

 

This profession is Social Work

the one that helps with kids. 

My mission is quite simple, 

and it is really not that difficult.

It is to help support those kids

who have no one else to lean on. 

With the hope that someday 

they will do the same. 

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Mafi Grey
<p>Yes a child's innocents are everything...</p>

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