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soft kitten fur against my baby cheek puppies run to catch me by diaper up high on horseback with mom behind me kids and lambs nibble little ears children soak up the world
For the time has come, I am to leave the nest that once was created by Mother Bird.   Ready to take on the world And unaware of what is to come.
Dear World of Employment in the City,  
My bones are swollen. They swell against their joints. I know they are not. I know they can not. But that's how they feel. The needless in my feet, The bars in my mind. The shift feels like a
Good boy. Give them your life. Nothing will be done for you, For no one cares. They take your good nature, And they twist it to labor They use you. You are a strong back with hands and arms.
The crisp cold wakes me by nipping my nose. The sleepiness leaves me from my head to my toes. I look at the clock and groan so loud. It’s 7 o’clock it’s time to get up now. But instead of readying myself just yet,
Louis Armstrong originated the phrase “What a wonderful world”, but can that still be applied to this generation’s teenage boys and girls? Where many try to reach the American Dream,
The sound of keys on a key board with the sounds of telephones makes my brain want to pop. Sitting down in a chair, spinning from side to side I am very bored I wish this day will stop.
Money There's so much of it in the world but why don't I have any of it? Why does my family struggle so much when others have money coming out of their ears? I'm stuck trying to figure out
I just can't find the right one. What am I doing wrong? They say go with the money.  I say I want to go where ever my heart desires. But I have had a personal struggle with having too little.
Once upon a dream She lived Lavishly, Where happiness felt clean To the soul of purity  Invited all in unity They laughed endlessly Enjoying the offering of peace  In eternal divinity
We as human beings tend to focus on the negative instead of the positive. We usually can't help it, it's form of habit. A habit passed down since, well... forever. Sometimes though...
Eyes closed … Breathing deep,
The job of my choice, No restrictions, no stress, The right amount of hours, No more and no less, It should be fun too! Like riding a bike, or climbing a tree, This sounds like the perfect job for me!
Creamy smoothness under your fingers Curled up; cat-like Minutes ticking by the world surrounding you has vanished It's only you; eyes devouring piece by delicious piece word by beautiful word
ONE JOB. . . One hope, One ambition. Is what we are made to choose, during our high school days. Before we are 18, and can legally smoke. Before we are 21,
The snap of a shutter, so quiet and final.
Eighteen score years ago, a cradled crying baby - who was given an enlightened path - was born
For all of my lifeI have been told,"follow the crowd"and "fit the mold".But I am unique,you see.
What will I be? So much to choose, hard to know... Who will I be then?
We all have roles. we all have dreams and believe that we can achieve. So we say when we're young, "I will get that dream job!" We all start out with a small job,  then we flourish like a flower to water.
Three Simple Steps     I love to read
I came to life to dream  to beam, to seem to have a purpose. I came to life to reap not sleep, not keep my pride holding me back.   For my job is to be under the hunter of clothes.
Like little leaves on  waving tree branches, 
Whenever I tell people I want to write for a living, they give me a funny look that says 'good luck' in a sarcastic way, though. Most people don't think anyone can make it writing, writing for television,
With headphones in, A determined stare. I type for you but a passage, for all readers to share. Viewers reflect, make choices, prepare.   The future is approaching, with its army of fear.
It’s not just one job; it is a future. Your future. My future. The future of the girl who sits in class with bright eyes that will eventually be dulled by the desk job she will be thrown into.
14 * 7 = the reason why math and I don’t mix Is doctor, engineer, lawyer in? I wish That the jobs I want would make bank And who knows? Maybe one day I will But in truth, that’s not the saving grace
I bet you anything That no one would say That one day The wish to work for a job with no pay. Let me just tell you        I would. What's money anyway?    Its just a way
what MY dream job means to MEMY dream job in America no one takes seriousy
A job: Just Over Broke I don't want that There is so much more to have:
One job can shift me into a better being helping the blind see or give a nerveless woman feeling
  Obstacles here and there,
  one job may change my life  caring for others saving our brothers
Though the journey is rough, I can. The intensity is unbearable, but I can. I will help others. I strive to be the best. Failure is only a trial. I will be the best neonatal nurse. I think I can.
Loving your job  Isn't so simple. Especially in this culture Where we're taught to just sell out Our gifts and our talents.  Quick choose: money or passion. They don't always go hand in hand, 
When you ask a child "what do you want to be" Their answer naivee lays on the heart and warms you, The smile on your face starts to curve even higher and you think how sweet.
A Tool called School  
Life is like a nagging wife It tells when you are to age To become a lifeless salve One day that you must lie When all you want to do is cry When nothing is the same Take action
He was immersed in the hum-drum of everyday life, his Mondays bleeding into his Tuesdays, just as it had for fifty-five years.   Protected by his shining armor of ignorance, he was untouchable.  
My body's aching stuck in this rut. I'm wanting windows to open instead doors slam shut. I live a life that can be taken away so easily it can be stripped from my soul. Yet I still trek on living as day to day.
Objectives: Trying not to fail at life miserably. I don't want to become another statistic Education: I have been taught to ignore the things around me, just so I can have a chance at moving ahead in life.
Hand clenched, nerves tingled, emotions stirred Eyes tired from the long night of drunken celebration My gown swayed and my tassel knocked against my ear Name is called and a small cheer is heard at a distance
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