Runt Litter
You were the runt of the litter
Both sweet and bitter
With pretty blonde hair
Without a care
Yet painfully aware
That being born in the middle
Was to play second fiddle
Neither the older or the young
You have overcome
The 24 year's of crocodile tear's
And countless scar's
With angelic grace and stoic face
When all the star's and time align
And all the smile's and laugh's you've left
Are counted up
Every love you never felt
Will forever be yours to keep
When your asleep in cotton blankets
Finally I love you thankfully
It's not your fault that growing up
You failed to matter
You brought the noise kid
Unfortunately we were love deaf
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