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I never went to kindergarten and I don’t consciously remember anyone asking me “What would you like to be when you grow up?” From the moment I began reading science fiction and fantasy or was it fantasy and science fiction I wanted to go to another planet. I also think there was a time when I wanted a pet unicorn, but I would have settled for a horse; I got neither. This is probably just as well because I would had ended up cleaning up after both of them and at that time I would have gotten ill. By ill I mean lose my lunch in the middle of the stall ill. Fortunately, that particle issue is no long a problem. A pet unicorn In a stall behind the house Dream of my childhood For at time, I wanted either to design bridal gowns or to get married. I’m not sure which now, I just remember drawing bridal gowns every chance I got. That eventually passed. Then I attempted a family newspaper, the wanting to be a reported passed, but not the desire to write. I eventually decided that I like writing poems and then I wanted to write stories. Now I just want to write and drink coffee. A cup of coffee To sip at my computer Writing poetry I think I would have made a good coffee taster. That is my idea of a dream job, earning a living by drinking coffee all day long and with the new information about coffee drinker living longer, which seems to be a job that health insurance companies should encourage. A coffee taster Undreamed of in my childhood Now my dream occupation
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