Mirror's & Superstition
By Blushfulmoon
Last night as he left I got mad and threw a vase And in my anger i hit a mirror As i bent to pick it up I saw bits and pieces of me in the reflection A wild image My hair in disarray Mascara running, The suddenly i thought of mom's old warning And i wondered if he too Was going to have seven years of bad luck ( This too was in my book of poem's i found while at my mother's cleaning house, but if you happpen to pick up a mirror think before you throw) LOL Written June 25th, 1974 © on Jan 30 2002 07:34 PM PST, Susan Vessels 0 • 1
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