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The Mirror

Mirror mirror on the wall I don't know me at all Whose face is that I see What--you say it's me Mirror mirror on the wall Can you happen to recall Why my face changed it's form It is way beyond the norm Mirror mirror on the wall give me an answer do not stall I asked you a question -tell me no lies Why am I in total disquise Mirror mirror on the wall Now be a real nice doll Change me back to who I am My reflection is just a scam Mirror mirror on the wall Reverse it all.

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 11/29/2011 11:14:00 PM

Those damn mirrors, we need to just throw the bums out!!! I enjoyed this read.

Phyllis Babcock
Date: 11/30/2011 9:11:00 AM

thanks Andrea

Elizabeth Wesley

Date: 11/29/2011 6:04:00 PM

Hey Phyl, are you talking about me again? Hard to put up with what we have to look at as we get older. You do inject some fun in the process though!

Phyllis Babcock
Date: 11/30/2011 9:10:00 AM

Yeah those wrinkle lines and grey hairs just won't reverse themselves

Bob Quigley

Date: 11/29/2011 10:20:00 AM

Once had a bearded friend who said he shaved it off once and found an old man back there. I guess we just have to live with it. Funny write.

Tony Lane

Date: 11/29/2011 10:10:00 AM

If only..... Good one Phyllis.