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If my friend were a mirror
Tis a peculiar thing, having a friend,
Not knowing how it happens or how it starts,
If my friend where a mirror, could I apprehend,
Better all the ways in which it works?
Would I care for my mirror more or less?
Would I try to impress,
The mirror I want to spend all my time,
Or would I become vain,
And break what is not so easily fixed?
I love my mirror, betwixt
The bad days, and I embrace the good,
For If my friend where a mirror, would find I,
A most plain life, as a mirror would not tell any lie,
How, lucky am I to have a friend, who with whom, I do not have to try.
poem
by
Hannah Rose Bicknell
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