The Seventh Son
Dreamed a dream,upsetting his close kin,
The arrogance of youth,not the greatest sin;
Banished to a land,many miles south
Favoured by the Lord, with interpretations in his mouth;
A career like ,a roller coaster ride,
Oft-times than not,upon the winning side;
Joseph,older now,and full of wise counsel,
His early dream evolving exactly as he did forthtell.
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