My mirror is broken,
It tells of great lies.
My tummy is flatter,
I'm sure I had thighs.
I know that I'm fitter,
I've gained 20 pounds.
My hair was once neat,
Now looks like a hounds.
I'm sure that it's faulty,
My eyes are all black.
A trip back tomorrow,
This things going back!
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