Saturday, 8 October 2016


"Mirror, Mirror on the wall,
Who's the fairest of them all?"

Oh, young poor troubled soul,
Would you wash off that scowl,
Then, put on a smile, that is all,
You won't ever need me, at all,
My queen's the fairest of 'em all.

Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha

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