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I relate to this on several levels. One the light one is that the older i get the more like my Mother I look....then there is a darker sadder meaning...
posted by
Kabu
on November 17, 2013 at 2:09 PM
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A poem most, if not all, can relate to.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on November 17, 2013 at 9:18 AM
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Mirrors are a wonderful thing, but the older I get, the less I like to look at that person reflected therein. Fun read.
posted by
TAPS.
on November 17, 2013 at 8:44 AM
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I guess we all wonder at times, cute poem.
posted by
C_C_T
on November 17, 2013 at 7:11 AM
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Excellent work... thought provoking... xoxoxo
posted by
Sinome
on November 16, 2013 at 8:58 PM
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