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Poem November 28, 1953 Issue

NO PRODIGAL—MY BROTHER!

Althea Brooks Hollenbeck

Do I behold him reaping
where he has never sown?
Do I begrudge the sharing
with him of things I own?

No prodigal—my brother;
the dream and dreamer one.
He no more left the fold
than I, the elder son!

Althea Brooks Hollenbeck

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