photograph

Look at the twinkle in my eyes
And they say the camera never lies
Look at me with that jocund smile
That lens had the powe to beguile
For an x ray would of been more true
It would of gone inside and captured the blue

When this picture settles in it's steel frame
You will see me looking seemingly vain
When this picture hangs on the lounge wall
You'll see the diguise of my inner fall
When this photograph lays on the floor smashed
You'll see how I really was at the time of the flash

The End

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