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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