The Lady In the Mirror
The Lady in the Mirroe
As I spy the Lady in the Mirror,
I wonder what is on her mind.
Is she doubting her femininty?
Is she glaring at her deficiences?
Is she startled by her versatility?
We'll never know.
Because she'll never talk.
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