On Deck
Parents gone, what the heck
Now I find, I'm on deck.
Siblings three follow me, how can it be
that I'm on deck.
Eldest one, not much fun
to be the one on deck.
Would I rather them than me,
No, I think I'll let it be
me...on deck.
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