My teeth were talkin
and I was just a walkin
I stopped in front of a store
that's when I saw the gore
What a blemish I beheld
and gasped at the sight
but it wasn't from fright
it was a beautiful scene
of an exquisite cameo
shining ever so brightly
as i was mesmerized
and floating in the air
it was a wonderful trip
for just a split second
my mind played tricks on me
as I tried to land with a flair
but landed on my dareeire and
looked up to see the crowds of people
it was then that I knew my
mind was playing tricks on me
Because your teeth don't talk.
Copyright @April 18, 2011 by Madeline C Baxter
Apr 23, 2011
Apr 23, 2011 at 8:12 PM UTC
My teeth were talkin
and I was just a walkin
I stopped in front of a store
that's when I saw the gore
What a blemish I beheld
and gasped at the sight
but it wasn't from fright
it was a beautiful scene
of an exquisite cameo
shining ever so brightly
as i was mesmerized
and floating in the air
it was a wonderful trip
for just a split second
my mind played tricks on me
as I tried to land with a flair
but landed on my dareeire and
looked up to see the crowds of people
it was then that I knew my
mind was playing tricks on me
Because your teeth don't talk.
Copyright @April 18, 2011 by Madeline C Baxter
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