Mirror Image
I stared into the looking glass
and had a choking fit;
It wasn’t my own features there:
I’d turned into Brad Pitt!
I wondered if he found the same;
And had he lost his hair?
I’m sure the belly suits him well…
Who says that life aint fair?
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