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By Benny Bellamacina


I looked in the mirror

wasn't there

that's not me

I've got brown hair

and skin so fair

who is that?

looking back at me

a silver mustache

a looking glass

who's is that chin

and silly grin

I demand to be told

where I have gone

"well sir

I'm your mirror

and you're getting old."

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