'Prodigal Son' - Poem by Linda Winchell
So you think you are the Prodigal son?
Well you have a lot yet to learn!
How to treat others of your family
and how these gifts, you learn are earned.
Nothing will be handed to you
you need to prove you've earned each and every one!
For this is the only way my boy!
you'll become my Prodigal son!
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