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Teeth They are strange little things Always biting Leaving their crescent, jagged mark Everywhere Tough bone, made to last They say a smile on your face Is the most beautiful accessory A person can have But no perfect smiles are without Teeth
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Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 7:10 PM UTC
Teeth
Teeth They are strange little things Always biting Leaving their crescent, jagged mark Everywhere Tough bone, made to last They say a smile on your face Is the most beautiful accessory A person can have But no perfect smiles are without Teeth
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Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 7:10 PM UTC
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