Mirror Mirror

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Mirror mirror on the wall,

I'm not the fairest of them all.

I've got a weird nose.

My lips are not a shade of rose.

I've got big cheeks

That have had zits for weeks.

I have uncomfortable brows

That I can't seem to chouse.

So why tell me any different?

Why make them work together 

To form a fairer version of me?

It's trickery.

I won't believe.

Mirror mirror on the wall,

You're the greatest lier of them all.

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AN: I rather like this poem. Though I couldn't get it to rhyme the whole way through. I was trying to say that sometimes we see ourselves as pretty or fair but because of how we've viewed ourselves in the past we don't believe what we see now. That's how I am. Anyone else like this? I think this is what I'm trying to say.

Oh by the way, Chouse means "defeat someone in an expectation through trickery or deceit" (RhymeZone.com). I think it works, right? I need something to rhyme that could make sense.

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