The Pizza Life

I make pizza everyday,
It always turns out okay. 
I throw dough on every shift,
I guess that's just my natural gift. 
Whenever I feel down, 
I remember we make the best pizza in town,
And when I eat a slice of pizza, 
every single time,
I know that I will be just fine, 
'Cause my co-workers are the best, 
We put pizza to the test! 
Pizza's good no matter what, 
Even when it's left uncut.

This poem is about: 
Me
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