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T he Lord has told this tale didactic’ly…
H ow gracious dad respects our bended knee.
E xtreme anticipation gains boy’s fee:
P ursuading wads of cash into his hand;
R uns off to fritter all in foreign land.
O h dear, now all the money’s spent so free —
D ecidedly (ennui) disgracefully..
I n pigsty brightly came an humble thought
‘G o home to serve my dad, that’s what I ought.’
A rose and made his way but, nearly there
L ook! Faithful, loving father’s worthwhile stare
S ees boy, and runs. So gifts are quickly shed
O n wayward lad. He said ‘This boy was dead,
N ow lives! My son, restored, both born and bred!’
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