We've learned the practice;
A righteous duty
All feel assigned.
Faults, foibles and such
To go and find.
Wiser not to know
To think about it;
Whilst truly pure.
The accepting child!
Loud uncle's cure!
Since with our world-face
A family likeness
Does correspond
With a kindred love
Why not respond?
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