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1962 High School Graduation photo…my mental mirror image
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mirror oh mirror

who’s that old lady
in the glass ?
She seems at home
… friendly too.
Cat with a 
white Chaplin ‘stache
by her side…
she who said
“never will I be
an old lady
surrounded
by cats”.
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A strange person 
is looking out at me.
Short gray hair, 
no auburn curls in sight
Round and fluffy
not the younger slimmer
woman that used
to live here
back in the day
she left one day
and never
returned.
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Cataracts now gone,
what a vision
of a stranger then,
a clearer vision
seen in the glass, 
mirror oh mirror…
of the stranger come 
to roost.
Can’t be ~ is be
a stranger in the house.
The eyes look the same
now…
the stranger is missing
her fashion rims 
of blue or purple
how can that be.
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Sigh
mirror oh mirror,
the stranger in the glass
seems here to stay.
Don’t know when she
arrived, 
just all of a sudden
an old lady …
she tells me that middle
age is when you can 
multiply your age by two
and think you’ll still
survive.
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The old lady in the glass
mirror oh mirror, 
says for me to forget
middle age…
it whizzed by unseen
in the mirror.
One hundred forty 
seems to be a bit
extreme
for a middle age 
to dream of.
Sigh
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Big Sigh.
Old lady in the glass,
mirror oh mirror,
speaks with 
wisdom
beyond 
her 
thinking
of being
thirty five
in her 
heart of hearts
and 
soul of souls.
BIG SIGH
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September 22, 2012 at the Common Ground Fair
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YOU ARE AMONG TOADS

You are among toads
“Think as I think,” said a man,
“or you are abominably wicked; you are a toad.”
And after I thought of it,
I said, “I will, then, be a toad.” ~
Stephen Crane
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