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Shirley Alexander's Writings

Poem
Nov.11.2009
  Bright Shiny Days Like This   You see me turn in front of the long mirror, adjust my skirt, frown at the reflection, and sigh. Knowing I never take compliments for honest truth, you offer anyway. You tell me I am beautiful.   Before I can stop my brain from reaching my mouth, it spills: I am fifty-six and not getting younger, I retort. I want to...