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But She Loved It

Let me tell you a story,

A story about a woman.

A woman who loved her job,

Her job which paid her very little.

 

But she loved it.

 

A day came though and she got fired,

She tried to stay afloat but ended up on the streets.

She begged and begged for her job back,

And got the door shut in her face.

 

But she picked herself up.

 

She started to look for new jobs,

And let the other one go.

For that door had shut in her face,

And at first it hurt like crap.

 

But she moved on.

 

Then she got offered the job back,

The job she thought she would never have again.

The job also now was going to pay her better,

So she took it.

 

But she had moved on.

But she had picked herself up.

But she loved it.

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