My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
for today I discovered an old man staring back at me.
The face I recognized,
But he had hair of gray, and there were wrinkles around the eyes.
I waved. I rubbed the mirror with my sleeve.
No matter what I tried, he simply wouldn't leave.
This can't be me, I thought. I am much more svelte.
Just look at the way the belly hangs over his belt!
I also thought it was very queer.
The hair stopped growing atop his head and was growing out of each ear!
Who was this imposter, and what is he doing there,
this man of age with silver in his hair?
Why is my mirror doing this to me?
Having this old man staring back at me?
So I guess I could lie and say I tried,
But the truth I can't deny,
I loved you,
I don't go to sleep at night
because you haunt my dreams,
and waking up to find y
They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing
In our one short year together,
A love's grown deep within my heart
For such a ce
The joke was very funny
She laughed a lot of tears
When suddenly her eye fell out
Just Who You Are Its Important
You've got quite an easy style
with a tender heart to match,
and how you'd wear a
Get that nit comb through those strands,
This lice lotion best of brands,
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Shall we take Fall together,
go sifting through the fallen leaves
and gaze upon t
Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a
Times have been tough, and things have gone wrong,
But the deep love we share has been th
