The Mirror Child
The child who lives the other side
Of Mother’s looking glass,
Smiles back at me when ever
I see her, as I slowly pass;
She wears her hair as I wear mine,
And the same kind of clothes,
I wonder why?
She thinks that mine are pretty,
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