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The Prodigal Sons, October Book Title Challenge # 40

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Greek Group: Platinum Member Posts: 743 Joined: 3-February 09 From: Abingdon, Oxfordshire,UK Member No.: 754 Real Name: Leonora Wyatt Writer of: Poetry & Prose Referred By:No one at all	The Prodigal Sons (A Pantoum) The postman seldom knocks upon his door. Alone, he drops no curse - nor crystal tears. His sons, all flown away from ancient shores, Leave him to live alone, his final years. Alone, he drops no curse - nor crystal tears. His sons, all to fulfil adulthood rites, Leave him to live alone, his final years. All judgement fled – they spend their restless nights. His sons, all to fulfil adulthood rites, Are seeking for the Many Coloured Land. All judgement fled, they spend their restless nights. Each squanders hard-saved cash with open hand; Still searching for the Many Coloured Land. His sons, all flown away from ancient shores. Each squanders hard-saved cash with open hand. The postman seldom knocks upon his door. Book Titles used: Adulthood Rites- The Many-Coloured Land- All Judgement Fled - The Postman - Ancient Shores - Nor Crystal Tears - ·············· MM Award Winner