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Second son, middle child, next comes a girl The eldest a prince, the youngest princess To have a life, I must survive their swirl A system designed to kill my success Each one a year apart, no room to breathe With more time I might a psyche have sown Less trampled, too, my brother, his sword sheathe Rather than fight for a life of his own Double whammy comes with the shift of blame As the family tries to relieve its pain Whom best to target for their scapegoat game But the least-valuable link in the chain Might it hold true that such a birth order Years later could leave one with stick shorter? |
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