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As I open the box of food, I remember Thanksgiving Day, The happiness of my childhood, My Grandfather knew how to pray. I remove turkey and dressing, I’m at a loss for words to say, I silently count my blessings, My Grandfather knew how to pray. I remove cranberries and ham, Then I put all the food away, I want the recipe for yams My Grandfather knew how to pray. Form: Kyrielle a French form of rhyming poetry written in quatrains. Each stanza contains a repeating line, which is normally the last line. Each line of a Kyrielle has eight syllables. The minimum number of stanzas is three. The rhyme scheme is aabB, ccbB, ddbB, or abaB, cbcB, dbdB or axaZ, bxbZ, cxcZ, dxdZ.
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