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She asked me what I wanted to be when I grow up I told her many things Like a fire truck Something large enough to put out the fires we create Glasses Shaping things up and making them look better Let me be an iceberg Built from breaking down and re freezing There are other things I would like to be as well Like a father A husband Or a man I want to fill in the occupations my father never grew up to be
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Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 12:42 PM UTC
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She asked me what I wanted to be when I grow up I told her many things Like a fire truck Something large enough to put out the fires we create Glasses Shaping things up and making them look better Let me be an iceberg Built from breaking down and re freezing There are other things I would like to be as well Like a father A husband Or a man I want to fill in the occupations my father never grew up to be
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Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 12:42 PM UTC
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