James McIntyre

(25 May 1828 – 31 March 1906 / Forres, Scotland)

A Crooked Looking Glass - Poem by James McIntyre

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.'


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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 4, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, May 4, 2012


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