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Apr 2018
This morning in an early hour
I took a long hot steaming shower
until I was all wrinkled and soggy
the room was humid and really foggy
could not even find the doorknob
the mirror couldn't do its day job
it was no reflection on me
I looked but my face I couldn't see
so with my finger I wrote your name
and drew a heart to make a nice frame
I thought of taking a picture to be gifted
by then the mirror had cleared and the fog had lifted
Written by
Hans Peter
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