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international job seeker

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I’ve got a heart of gold,
I’ve got nerves of steel,
and on the front of my shirt,
are the residues of my last meal.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 I’m going down town,
to pick up my dole,
It’s a life of rock and role.
I’m not like you see, I’m sleeker,
i’m an international job seeker.

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Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/international-job-seeker/?shared=email&msg=fail