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[sid] => 81105
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => The Introvert
[time] => 2005-01-23 09:33:26
[hometext] => My Mom wrote this poem years ago. I think it is a classic!
[bodytext] => The Introvert Deep in the caves I lurk and I hide n'er letting sunlight nor person inside They call me and holler They tell me their lies I'm still and I'm quiet They think that I've died They pick and they pull and they peer at my brain They push and they shove and they show no restraint Deeper I plunge To the caverns below Ever so quiet so no one will know They call me and holler They tell me their lies I'm still and I'm quiet They think that I've died. Written by: Dian Chadwick Laird [comments] => 3 [counter] => 211 [topic] => 13 [informant] => freckle [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 17 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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