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One Job


To help out children, to watch them thrive;

A social worker, helping kids come alive.

My job for those neglected and abused,

For the little ones who have been misused.

Social Work and Psychology and a degree,

Needing to go to college is what I foresee.

A child at a time, changing the universe,

Striving to rid the world of this awful curse.

 

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