What’s weird about a mirroris that I can never seewhat my mirror looks likewithout me.I’ve peeked at it ‘round cornersbut my forehead I still see.It still sees me.I’ve hung down from the ceilingby my ankles and my toes,but it still knows.I’ve tried to run right past it,but as fast as I can go,I still show.What’s weird about a mirror isthat I have never knownwhat my mirror looks likeall alone. www.angelfire.com
