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Alexandra Kerr, age 10
You shine , gleam and reflect for me
For this is your only ability
But what would happen if I took you down
Would you still display
your uncomfortable frown
You provide your soul so I may see
Through you, a clone-like image of me
So how, dear mirror,
does your confidence grow
When others are all you've grown to know
You show me my happiness,
my joy and my woe
I may see the world
through your predictive window
Are you happy, dear mirror,
up there clinging to the wall
Do you feel at all nettled,
morose in that hall
You give me consciousness of all I do
But how , poor mirror, will you ever see
you