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Oldest of Seven


The oldest child is the first for everything The first to give up their toys because somebody wants to play with them The first to give up plans because of course your the babysistter The first to grow-up because you have to lead by example Taught me to never act as if your the only one effected Having your sibling watching your every move is stressful Well I'm the first of Seven Six people looking up to me Five headaches a week Four that's already making me proud Three that's extremely too loud Two that's taller then me But One thing they'll have when I'm gone Is a proud big sister Who heart was always their home
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