One Job May Change My

One Job May Change My Life


 A dream career.

So far, but so near.

It may sound ridiculous.

But imagine Candyland.

I want a future of baking cakes.

Making brownies.

Cookies. Pastries. Donuts.

All of the above.

My dream is to own a bakery.

I love baking.

It keeps me happy,

Even during the stress of forgetting an ingredient,

Or a time crunch.

I don't need anything big or fancy.

Just a little bakery on a big street.

Where I can spend all of my days baking away.

Not a worry in the world.

Just the smell of sweet treats wafting through the air.

My dream.



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