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My Dream Job?


A dream job?

Am I supposed to have one?

Sure I've got a plan.

But is it a dream?

The plan is law school,

Whether I like it or not.

But I guess you could say,

That my dream is Broadway.

 

On a big stage,

With the lights shining bright,

Singing and dancing,

All through the night.

This is getting way too cheesy.

But the dream rings true,

I wanna be a performer,

And as of present, it seems easy to do.

Celebrities are getting on Broadway,

Without much talent at all.

So if they can get there,

Who's to say I can't?

 

You'll see me up there some day,

I can almost guarantee it.

Who knows?

I may be the first name on the marquis

Who goes on stage with a law degree.

 

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