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| 189. Mirror Mirror Mirror mirror on my wall Why or why are my legs so small? Once a basketball player I would be But gave that up when five foot three Your eyes appear as mine always do Bloodshot red surrounding a hue of blue We share the same hair color and style With a devilish grin and an evil smile Oh sacred sage upon who I look The answers I seek come not from a book For what I ask comes from the heart The answer coming before I start So here I look as I always do Every morning I share just with you For as I shave and comb my hair I place my future in your care Though you just look into my eyes You congratulate my success no matter the tries Although your voice I do not hear You are my only constant from year to year While magic or wishes cannot be I know you will always be there for me |
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