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Once Upon a Job


Dreams from childhood

come with princes and princesses.

But that dream grows and contorts

to fit the mold of reality.

Princes become bosses

and princesses become bussiness women.

My dream fits its own mold,

with a camera in one hand

 and a check in the other.

One job,

one dream come true.

 

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