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Mirror Mirror



It will affect you too sooner or later. ,




















Submited By : sara  
Date: 28 September 2006
Author: Bernard Shaw
Rating: 3.4/5 (10 votes cast)
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Mirror Mirror
Mirror, mirror on the bathroom wall,
My image therein is much too small.

Once I was handsome with wavy curls,
I was even the envy of some of the girls.

Now it seems a midget has taken my place,
You have given me a different ugly face.

Not much left of my curly head of hair,
I am sure that you decidedly do not care.

You know it is not fair at all,
That makes a man like me look fat and small.

I think that I shall sell the mirror on the wall,
The face therein is not like me at all.


-Bernard Shaw -

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Comments on this poem:
alyzza Says:
Sat Jan 05, 2008 12:51 pm
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