Sunday, March 2, 2014


Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Who is the fairest one of all?
She had a toolbox full of aids,
And these were shinny little blades.

Mirror, mirror blocking the way,
Who will jump and who will slay?
He tried to run as fast as the wind,
But she was faster and got his skin.

Mirror, mirror playing tricks,
Who forgets and who forgives?
She looked around for more.
All she got was a funky door.

“Mirror, mirror full of shades,
I’ll stay away,” she uttered, twisting her braids
In her own little private hell,
A cell, again a lonely cell.

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