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Jan 26
A stranger looked at me one day,
I asked him for his name.
Taking another look,
I saw  we are both the same.
Then noticing the mirror,
I made a quick retreat.
I will recognise that face,
Next time that we meet.
John Ryles
Written by
John Ryles  United Kingdom
(United Kingdom)   
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