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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Mirror
[time] => 2005-08-05 09:19:48
[hometext] => If you figure out this riddle you know more than you think you do. If you can not figure out this riddle do not worry things will still work out for you
[bodytext] => I looked in to the glass today and saw the wide wild world A playful and rambunctious child in need of much schooling I saw a rough and ugly stone polished into a diamond And gold refined by fire til it reflected it's maker I Looked into the glass today and saw the wide wild world A Mountain impossible to climb smoothed into a hill A coarse and raspy stone rubbed by the ocean smooth A path too strait for man to walk paved into a road I looked at my reflection inperfect and fleeting never quite filled up always somehow depleting A void as wide as space filled with an impossible stone I looked into the darkened void somehow a bright light shone Then I stepped away from the mirror and went into the bathroom And looked at that silver thing by the bath tub that reflected my image I saw a semi old man grey hairs showing who needed to wash his face because he had been crying I looked into the eyes of that image and there I could see nothing only what the world sees when they happen upon me I mustered up a smile and went to run my errands leaving a mystery to solve for those who thought they knew me. If you think you have it figured out help those who are stumped. [comments] => 6 [counter] => 189 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Archie [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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