Flipping through Shel Silverstein's book A Light in the Attic a few nights ago and re-enjoyed this poem:
Reflection
Each time I see the Upside-Down Man
Standing in the water,
I look at him and start to laugh,
Although I shouldn't oughtter.
For maybe in another world
Another time
Another town,
Maybe HE is right side up
And I am upside down.
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