HIRE ME

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                  You see.

                  for this, I will beg on my knees.

                  You to interview me.

                  It is what I want them to do.

                  Their positions to fill.

                 Not with Bill, Gill, Phil, Will,

                 But, you see, with me.

             The interview process, I am really tired of.

             The words I long to here, are you're hired.

               This job I fit like a glove.

     I had read the jobs section so much, in my head there is

an impression.

     I have talked to as many people as there are in a mob.

  If I am rejected once more, this paper at them, I will lob.

    

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