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[aid] => mick
[title] => Mother
[time] => 2007-12-26 15:52:09
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[bodytext] => She loves me, She loves me not, Most times I never know, Then she opens her mouth, And a little voice inside my head says ' I told you so'. Her love is like a light switch, She just flips off or on, When its on her love will blind you, I think I shouldn't have shown her that other poem... when I felt I too belong. She can tear you down in a second, Leave you feeling like the smallest piece of crap, Sometimes I think she loves you, Just to catch you in a trap. Its Christmas Eve morning, And she looks at me with angry eyes, I wonder if it is simply my presence, or my birth, For which I should apoligize. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 230 [topic] => 23 [informant] => swedishheatherblue [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => FamilyPoems )
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