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Aug 2017
“How do I look today, mirror?”
Asked the dandy, sportively.
“How do I know, little fella?”
Answered the mirror, teasingly,
“One chooses only a first color,”
Added the mirror, now seriously,
“And choosing a first color
Is not the business of a mirror.”
(c) LazharBouazzi
Lazhar Bouazzi
Written by
Lazhar Bouazzi  Carthage, Tunisia
(Carthage, Tunisia)   
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