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A Looking Glass, Darkley

I saw through a looking glass, darkley
there were raindrops running down

and every day
was the same way

in this dismal, little town.

Not everyone had lights that shined
some you couldn't see at all

they may have sinned
or lost theirs in the wind

for the season was always fall.

The smattering of lights that shown
were few, and far between

but, the light allowed
by that small crowd

made the streets seem not so mean.

Then, in the light of day
the dark ones deep in debt

will pay their bill
and, owe more still

because, the behinder they will get.

I saw through a looking glass, darkley
but, there was very little rain

if you ask me
from what I could see

all it left was a little stain.

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