Mirror Mirror On My Wall
Who is that stunning dame
Glancing back my way
With lovely brown hair, eyes
Day after day
Don't tell it's but little ole me
For mirrors sometimes fib
And have a tendency to lie
And not always be true
A little bird whispered
For I am as god is
And that’s all I do need
to know n hear each day
From god above
For no mirror can tell me
What I already know
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder"
Just remember when
The mirror does reply
It lies and does fib
To everyone and all
Copyright © Leah Ross | Year Posted 2009
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