The Teeth
It's white as snow,
shaped like a corn,
and sharp every time.
It's hard as a bone,
shaped like a hole,
and sometimes decay.
It's protected by mouth,
saliva and the tongue,
up and down.
Copyright © Sekitto Kisakye | Year Posted 2007
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