Excellent.
A white Hoss is not a horse.
Except, he kinda was, of a man.
In far off lands, on distant shores.
a guy says, "Madam, I'm Adam."
Forwards or backwards,
I forget what that type of sentence
is known as by those who know.
A word, mow, whirled into mind
after writing it down to remind me
to cut the lawn recently.
It appears to be the same upside
down as rightside up when turned round
the point of origin, the Wu, zero, o,
a hundred and eighty degrees.
Depending on the font, naturally.
A left-side right side flip over the why,
kinda loses the symmetry.
Same with up-down about the x-axis.
Mirrors mirror
at times what is in the eyes
of the one being mirrored
in the mind of one.