Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Whose smile rings truest of all?
Happiness is the sweetest of ciders,
A most toxic brew.
Sometimes we catch the sky crying,
We just happen to call it rain.
I dedicate this poem to Sara Bacon. She helped me write it when I didn't have my laptop and really inspired me.
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
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