My White Teeth She Loved
My white teeth she loved,
when I met her in the college.
Four years we were married,
but she divorced me on the fifth,
when I lost two in accident.
She told me, “I can no longer
tolerate those gaps!
32 beautiful white teeth
brought me here- not you.”
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