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A Little Black Sheep
A little black sheep,
What could she do?
To others,
She has not a clue,
To her teacher,
She's a strange creature,
So young her value was took,
And placed into a book,
With blurs,
Or could those be words?
She does not know,
She must be slow,
A walk down the hall,
Her eyes fall,
A distance to keep,
As a little black sheep,
Wishing not to be seen,
By those who are mean,
Not until thirteen,
When she learns to read,
And suddenly seen,
As a human being.
