Bruce Larkin (January 23,1957)
Who works with wood? Carpenters do.
Stylists give you a great hairdo.
Truck drivers move things from place to place.
A police detective works hard on a case.
Doctors and nurses help you feel better.
A mail carrier brings you a letter.
One day you’ll have a job, possibly two.
First you must decide what you want to do.
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