no delusions
no illusions
truthfulness
is in the glasses
reflection
its eye is sharp
keen and observes well
the object before it
cannot dispute
what it has to say
the glass deciphers
all the information
in front of it
in a most
accurate way
mirror you are a friend
mirror you see me
for what I am
mirror I can depend
on your incisive eye's sight
mirror you've
a grand ability
to shed an infinite
beam of light
all that you convey
back to me
is a wealth of
honesty
you knew that I was
bad and very naughty
as a teen
when I looked into your glass
you said I'd been mean
to Christine
you also knew
of my propensity
to give all sorts of excuses
to the local shop owner
about why I'd not wiped
the counters
over
you were onto me
the class of a mirror
never tells a lie
on its candor
I can rely
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 8:42 PM UTC
no delusions
no illusions
truthfulness
is in the glasses
reflection
its eye is sharp
keen and observes well
the object before it
cannot dispute
what it has to say
the glass deciphers
all the information
in front of it
in a most
accurate way
mirror you are a friend
mirror you see me
for what I am
mirror I can depend
on your incisive eye's sight
mirror you've
a grand ability
to shed an infinite
beam of light
all that you convey
back to me
is a wealth of
honesty
you knew that I was
bad and very naughty
as a teen
when I looked into your glass
you said I'd been mean
to Christine
you also knew
of my propensity
to give all sorts of excuses
to the local shop owner
about why I'd not wiped
the counters
over
you were onto me
the class of a mirror
never tells a lie
on its candor
I can rely
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