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Dec 2013
Just the thought of losing your teeth, can become a menace. There is no feeling like the pain you experience, after going to the Dentist.
They pick and probe all through your mouth, up and down your gum.  Once he puts the drill in his hands, all you could do is run.
I dare not speak about the root canal, to get beneath your teeth.  This will send chills down your spine, flowing right through your feet.
What about the very bright lights, blinding both your eyes?  You begin to see red spots, in every size.
Once everything is said and done; you have to face the bill.  Just like the annoying drill, I feel a chill.
By, Sandra J. Nailing
Written by
Sandra Juanita Nailing  United States
(United States)   
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