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But if you knock at me too loudly
I'll retreat, so please don't crowd me
I like to observe, watch, take stock
You may forget I'm around, mistake me for a rock
Sometimes I'm moody, want isolation
When winter comes, I crave hibernation
I may not be flashy, flirty, or fast
But I know where I'm headed and I'm built to last
submitted for Smiley Sociology Study Number 4
