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Oct 2015
Two loose teeth and one a molar
Red wine eating the gums

a ferry journey away and fifteen miles of road
there and back again-

The dentist practises the art
that will solve two problems

But you are the same you as last time a loose tooth started to wiggle
and your success at pulling your own teeth, lye dead in the draw.
Written by
nivek
584
   --- and Sanjukta Nag
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