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Repair Girl

I stood up to answer what I would grow up to be
“A repairman, ma’am, a repair girl, if you please”
All the future doctors and engineers turned towards me
“And what would you repair? ” was followed by glees.

"I will practise my hugs, wear a smile just right
And pack my briefcase with chocolates you see
Milk, nuts and dark, to last until the night
For all the broken souls and a few for me."

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