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Poems by Stacy King

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If the man in the mirror 
Doesn’t look towards
The one who made
The man and the mirror

He’ll never understand
The man or the mirror
For the mirror is a man
But the man is not the mirror

And so it goes
That he looks without noting
Admiring a man
While ignoring his quoting

For what will he gain
By loving this face
But a bag full of wrinkles
When he finishes his race

Was it the man
Or was it the mirror
Who refused to reflect
And make these things clearer