She thinks
To herself
"I look nice",
But it must be
Her mind
Is confused
And shocked
When it sees itself
All adjectives frozen;
This is me?
How is this possible?
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who is the most
Beautiful of them all?
And the mirror too
Is silent in awe,
Unable to answer
She's more than nice
How can she not know,
Blue skies
Through her
Eyes is like through
Windows an
Ocean front view,
Gorgeous she is
With a smile like
The white sands
Of Destin,
Her beauty wins
"Best in..."
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