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?
When your heart suddenly feels
light, excited, at ease.
When you feel like your h
The joke was very funny
She laughed a lot of tears
When suddenly her eye fell out
Some areas long as hoses
You buy at a garden store.
Mine can be used to smell ros
It's getting cold and I'm getting lonely
Wishing someone would sit down and hold me
you have been my friend for a very long time
I asked you to bend and you made a rhyme
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
Get that nit comb through those strands,
This lice lotion best of brands,
Naught
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
W
Shall we take Fall together,
go sifting through the fallen leaves
and gaze upon t
I'm no longer whole
And sadly neither is he
We've been locked out by pain
