Author Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis 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. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments