![]() The MirrorA Poem by Trevor McLeod![]() outrunning looks![]() The mirror that most offends you is the one that says good luck When it's there to say I lied to what you're sure to want to cluck And you only think believing is the time you spent in front When the time you spent to find it is the price you paid in shunt
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