One silent night the mirror said:

"Don't stare at me, go lie in bed!"

I begged: "I think it would be best

You helped me put my mind to rest"

It fell onto the floor with force.

"What troubles you tonight, my source?"

"Ashamed I am to say, my clone,

I fear my thoughts are not my own"

It pulled a knife out of its gob,

"Just end my life to make it stop."

I stabbed the spirit through the head,

I did as I was told.

In horror then I realized that

it suddenly turned old.

Surprised I heard myself admit

"I don't believe this helped at bit."

Her dying words thus croaked the crone:

"It's cause you're always on that phone!"

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