Hey Prodigal Daughter,
bright lonely girl
with heart in the far country.
Charming smile
and brown eyes
whose thoughts behind
dance off to the far country.
Slim profile, prim demeanor
gracious manner
contradict rebellious soul
reaching out for the far country.
Warm lips, strong embrace
soft words
And passion
carries you off, to the far country.
Hey Prodigal Daughter
Your Father waiting by the gate
calls you home...
calls you home from the far country.
Thursday, June 24,1988
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