Brushing My Teeth
Brushing My Teeth
Haven been told when brushing my teeth,
Is like water that flows through a reef;
Up and down,
And all around;
Would wipe brush off with a long leaf.
Now my mother will leave me alone and
stop asking me if I have brushed my teeth.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Bolivia, NC
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2017
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