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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