Mirror Mirror On The Wall

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I look at the mirror Sunday Morning.
And see a man in a beard,
I wave with my left hand,
So does he.
I touch his nose,
He touches mine.
Sweat begins to drip down my cheek,
No sweat drips down his cheek.
I see the arrow of a spear
Coming behind him.
I warn him,
He warns me.
I look behind and nothing is there,
Then an arrow strikes me in
The back.
Just before I fall to the ground,
I look back,
And see the man in the mirror Laughing,
At me.





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