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I continuously shuffle the cards of life Searching for the answer of my wife On a rotary phone in Cleveland   But only receive a land line From Colorado this time So without a doubt you know 
Those cool summer nights Not a cloud in sight Catching fire flies The glisten in your eyesOut under moon lit skies Time sure flys bye On those summer nights 
I am living in a mirror, I can never measure up. I am stuck inside this world of reflection, I can only see myself. The outside world is very dim,  just only a faded picture.
Honey tan skin Devoid of a single blemish uninterrupted by imperfection  Soft and smooth Honey tan skin wrapped around every limb Smiling at every passerby  encasing a beautiful soul
Little girls are barbie's, little girls are sweet, little girls are perfect,and taught to be neat. Taught to be skinny, and pretty, and fair. Taught to have beautiful, long locks of hair.
Mirror, Mirror, on the wall. Make me pretty, thin, and tall. Who is fairest of us all? When will Beauty finally fall? Paint my face and Dye my hair, Then will someone truly care?
Wake up to the smell of fresh cut grass. Close your eyes and soak in the sun through your window. Savor each moment, not wanting time to pass. Thinking how warm you are, listening to your neighbor mow.
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