"Mirror, Mirror on the wall,
Who's the fairest of them all?"
Oh, young poor troubled soul,
Would you wash off that scowl,
Then, put on a smile, that is all,
You won't ever need me, at all,
My queen's the fairest of 'em all.
"Mirror"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha
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