My teeth

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    My teeth

    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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    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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