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Rumor is you break a mirror Get seven years bad luck, Well, I ain’t much on rumors, It’s on the truth I’m stuck. I looked into the mirror today What I saw filled me with dread Some old guy with his hair all gray Looked like he should be dead. Age spots covered up his face There were wrinkles ‘round his eyes I thought it was a **** disgrace Or a Halloween disguise. His cheeks were rough with three days growth A spot of drool was on his chin I was pretty shocked, I guess, but not too loath To look again. This time I looked inside of me To the things the mirror won’t show. To a mind still clear with memories And a heart where love still grows. My soul needs some forgivin’ Hell, I’ve lived o’er eighty years Mistakes made just from livin’ Most washed clean with tears. I’m thinking that my mirror lied Maybe it’s already broke, And the reflection of my outside Is just a ghastly joke. Because the inside me is still a boy Having fun most every day Living life that’s always filled with joy, I’m gonna throw that mirror away. PwL  5/18/15
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May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 6:00 PM UTC
The Broken Mirror
Rumor is you break a mirror Get seven years bad luck, Well, I ain’t much on rumors, It’s on the truth I’m stuck. I looked into the mirror today What I saw filled me with dread Some old guy with his hair all gray Looked like he should be dead. Age spots covered up his face There were wrinkles ‘round his eyes I thought it was a **** disgrace Or a Halloween disguise. His cheeks were rough with three days growth A spot of drool was on his chin I was pretty shocked, I guess, but not too loath To look again. This time I looked inside of me To the things the mirror won’t show. To a mind still clear with memories And a heart where love still grows. My soul needs some forgivin’ Hell, I’ve lived o’er eighty years Mistakes made just from livin’ Most washed clean with tears. I’m thinking that my mirror lied Maybe it’s already broke, And the reflection of my outside Is just a ghastly joke. Because the inside me is still a boy Having fun most every day Living life that’s always filled with joy, I’m gonna throw that mirror away. PwL  5/18/15
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May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 6:00 PM UTC
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