Modest stoic maiden, keeper of the door.
Master paid gold like others before.
GOD in heaven is my salvation.
BUT - when he calls, tribulation.
Secrets, I can not tell you, happen.
The door closes with a part of me.
From a child, I keep the door clean.
Master is a cotton, tobacco man.
Brought my parents from another land.
This is all I know GOD and a door to keep.
At nights my tears, they do speak.
[from 8hop.com 2007 ] POEWHIT 2013
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