Saturday, November 15, 2008
Middle Child Syndrome Comments
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I was always trapped in the center
like the rusty fulcrum of the see-saw,
never way up, never way down
'The rule is not to argue against them
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7/22/2025 10:52:05 PM # 1.0.0
A delightful poem. I am only son to my parents. I never had the kind of experience. Reading ur poem is a true experience.