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Mirror Letter

Madam, I could not Take your love, and nothing leave You with. I could'nt make you grieve Lest you hate yourself For having nothing inside To cuddle deep ego's pride All you have is love Of you in child's basket light That in any wind finds flight Do not blame the world Loving self brings no reward Friction grinds our pride still hard This mirror then take It served me well being blind You can read like a letter It better serves you With self-centered eyes, to see No one stones a barren tree.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 5/25/2012 9:40:00 AM
well done, David! jimbo
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