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Feb 2015
Little Miss Mirror Eyes
Danced all alone
To a music none other could hear.
For no one came close
To Miss Mirror Eyes Joan
And the terror her two eyes drew near.

Some people would say
You could see how you die
In the looking-glass pools of her gaze,
Others said the truth
Of your soul lies in the eye;
If you sinned she would set you ablaze.

But Miss Mirror Eyes
Didn't mean none no harm
And the globes in her skull weren't bad.
But because she could see
And laid truth on her arm
She never, at no one, was mad.
Peter Davies
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Peter Davies  Edmonds Washington
(Edmonds Washington)   
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