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by Shena
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Mirror, mirror that I see,
is your reflection really me?
Where is the girl I used to know?
Without the lines and grays that show?
I see no lines when you're smile is there,and thats not "gray" it's silver hair.
Youth is not on what beauty depends.........
it's love of family, and good freinds
so ignore that older face and fear..
and thank god you're younger then you'l be next year.


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