ELEVENTH:

free verse

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She was a busy-body, and her sister sat at the foot of her lord.

He took one little fish; over and over again he made them more.

I was a little boy, couldn’t walk, but he made me get up and run.

He gave me a voice and a reason to sing, a dancing purpose.

There she was to say, “Leave him alone; he’s serving the Lord,”

On the day I had black under my eyes; boys will be boys.

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