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Dec 2010
I'm told it's vile
to pick one's teeth,
but a lodged sesame seed,
caraway, or a tad of compressed nugent,
is another matter,
yet I must confess,
barring an audience before the queen,
I've been known in polite company
to search my inner coat
for a hidden piece of faux whale bone
and merrily go at it.
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Perig3e
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Perig3e  Appalachian mountains
(Appalachian mountains)   
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   Kelley A Vinal
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