THE MIRROR Mirror, mirror, on the wall, Who's the fairest, of them all - - It is very plan, to see, The fairest one, is surely, Me. Did you note my wavy hair, That, my complexion, is most fair; And my teeth, are glistening pearls, I'm the toast, of boys and girls. Did you see my ruby lips, Or my well groomed, finger tips, Like, the blue, up in the sky. Look now, at my Roman, nose, It blends well, with all my clothes, My voice, is like an angel's song, Lilting crescendos, all day long. Mirror, mirror, speak, to me, As I wait- - - so patiently. Now please don't think me brash - - Mirror, mirror - - there's a CRASH. Created with the CoffeeCup HTML Editor ~ ~April 16, 2003~ ~