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“Such a wastrel!” exclaimed the Good Son.
“He used up your money, and when he was done,
He came crawling back, and probably wants more,
To throw away on gambling, or dope, or some whore!”

“Not so”, said the Father. “You have always been,
Among us, and with us, and safely within.
What is mine has been yours, and with all, you abound.
But your brother was LOST. And now he’s been found.”

[Louis Foxwell]

Outstanding, as usual.

Plumed Pen Award