The Hack Poetess
Wednesday, October 29, 2014
Three Jobs
When asked to list three jobs
He didn’t want to do,
Abraham, age eight, answered decisively.
Army man.
Slave trader.
Race car driver.
Artistic, gentle son,
I am glad you know yourself.
And history.
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