hers i poem i wrote early this yera i just found it today and couldent believ i wrote itwell here i go
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The Mirror
When i look in the old glass mirror
I do not like the reflection I see

I see sorrow, and death in her eyes
I hear her long, heartbracking crys

Can't take no more or it would appear
Suddenly I hear a lovely symphony
I became happy smiling but near
Near to defeat it reached out and saved me

I look no longer afraid of what i see
I just see smiling and happy me