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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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