I was in front of Doc's carry out on Jackson Street in Portsmouth. A girl who resembled Dykes (an acquaintance from Portsmouth) stepped up to me. She was supposed to be the girlfriend of Cox (a former schoolmate). She had a poem about mirrors. The poem wasn't in words, but was composed of objects on a piece of cardboard. Mirrors of all different sizes were on the cardboard. She said that Cat Stevens had written the poem. The first line was "Mirror, mirror on the wall."