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Mirror

When I look into a mirror who is looking back at me I’m hoping really, really hoping that it is me looking back but how will I know that it’s really, really me can I believe only me the one looking in and I hope the one looking back or should I throw it out there ask the unwashed masses “Who is that in the mirror, looking back at me?” if I’m told “It’s you, you silly man” am I being humoured being told what I want to hear if I’m told “There’s no-one there, you silly man” must I then accommodate the horror that this response invites or can I just look away and turn around will I then be looking at the back of my head as I stare into the mirror we look into each other’s eyes smile a little and tip each other a wink agreeing that it is a jolly fine old riddle this looking into a mirror thing.

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