Clarence James Dennis (Кларенс Джеймс Деннис)

The Looking Glass

When I look into the looking glass
  I'm always sure to see -
No matter how I dodge about -
  Me, looking out at me.

I often wonder as I look,
  And those strange features spy,
If I, in there, think I'm as plain
  As I, out here, think I.

1. The White Foxglove
2. “I Dips Me Lid”
3. West
4. The Band
5. A Bush Christmas

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