A Crooked Looking Glass Poem by James McIntyre

A Crooked Looking Glass

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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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James McIntyre

James McIntyre

Forres, Scotland
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