That job. . .

Tue, 02/11/2014 - 14:36 -- Kairie

There is that one job

The job that could change it all

That could make me soar

To add numbers all day and find their flaws

This one dream of mine

To be an accountant I shall have to go to school

For four years that shall be expensive

I shall go far though

I shall become an accountant

I shall face the troubles of those before me

And I shall overcome them


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