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Carrying the Mirror
Identifier
005676
Type of Spiritual Experience
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A description of the experience
It was heavy and fragile, I carried it home
That mirror - the glass weighed a ton
I’d been given my orders, by her [that’s my wife]
And believe me the journey weren’t fun
I’d crossed streets, tripped on pavements, on buses, down stairs
When a man gave me one awful stare
Said he’d tell me the worst, long as I didn’t burst
‘But’ he whispered ‘your head isn’t there!!’
Well the man was a nutter, I laughed in his face
Till I realised t’was right what he said
To carry this mirror for ten bloody miles
It was true! I was right off my head!