Just A Job Poem by nazim qureshi

Just A Job



When i grow up and leave school,
i know what i want to be.
i want to be a baker.
yes, that's my job for me!

i love to eat sweet biscuits.
i just adore cream cakes.
but best of all are the pastries
that my local baker makes.

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