| Page 7 May 20, 1973 |
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| REFLECTION, Facing the ugly glow in the mirror... I know a man who frowns. And batting his eyes, he slaps the tears, He finds running from cheek to ground. He has pale eyes, and his skin is like coarse pink paper, But his hair shines in vibrant rays, Like bouncing electricity. We don't know how he paid for the mirror. |
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