Dangerous effects of seeing onesself in a crooked glass.
A maiden cried, ' Alas ! .
With horror I'll expire,
Unless you bring me
That true glass
I bought of McIntyre.'
A Crooked Looking Glass
James Mcintyre
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Poem topics: bring, true, horror, I love you, I miss you, glass, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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