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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