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roses are red, violets are blue, this poem is trash, so is your hairline too! (͡ ͡° ͜つ ͡͡°)

A poem of great depth. Powerful and thought provoking.

When my son was about two years old, I showed him my reflection in the mirror and said your real Mother is there.She has gone inside and I am the Mirror Mother. He believed and became afraid to come near me.It took me a while to convince him that I am his real mother.

A lovely piece of writing! A mirror gives an illusion that seems so real! Unless one understands what a mirror is, he may believe in that illusion.

Really I enjoyed this poem 10+++++++

Zu dem rhytmus von dem gedicht flapsche ich mir zuhause immer meine specktitis

Poto tinka

Super poem

Dat rubbish

Very interesting n fresh

Roars of laughter! Delightful! Love it – the real ball and the reflection!

mirrors reflect what we do backwards- -twice the boys have thrown a ball through the window now they think they're not being done right by because the owner of the window has kept both balls instead of giving one back- -isn't that true? we all see ourselves as the ill-used one

Was he drunk while he was writing this? or is it my fault who can't get the deeper meaning..

Is this poem about american football or Europen football (soccer)