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Then please scroll all the way down Ode to the middle child Midi File....Meadow  Born during the war years, in 1943 As the middle child, for we became three Occupying the middle ground, tis plain to see Of all the positions, this was the best for me The oldest child, carries great expectation To fulfil parent dreams, without hesitation Impossible to achieve, by this senior sibling Falls short of the mark, no matter how willing The youngest child spoilt, as the families baby Receives lavish attention, and that's no maybe Adult development stifled by repeated rewards So guard against, as it may well be the cause In the middle ground, you are often not seen So who will ask? just where have you been? Just do your own thing, and handle with care One thing you must learn, is how much you share "I'm going out, I will be back for tea" "Ok" they say, and totally ignore me With the aid of my bike, cover many a mile Expanding quietly, with a low profile At 12 years old, I explore York city 40 miles from home, which is more the pity In the middle ground, you control your own growth Without interference from one parent, or both Have kept these jaunts secret, for all these years As I learnt far more, than most of my peers Developed independence, at such a tender age For a middle child is free, and rarely caged  There is only one way to say "I Love You" But there are thousands of ways to demonstrate Enjoy . Steve . Aka . "The Old Sea Dog" . 2001 . © An Original Created By "This Steve"
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