Toothbrush
TOOTHBRUSH
TOOTHBRUSH
Bristles from a chewing stick in several smart Chinese.
One end was used to swipe and wipe the other was a sword or pick to get at
meat in between the teeth. Not until the World War Two was every mother's son a
victum of the brushing made to make a very victum blush so pink.
Brushing was never fun to me but they eye liked to use the brush on tongue
usually so wrong and coated with the many meals used that day.
A man can still pull a stick apart and make a brush of sorts if he is made to want
to clean them up. Or eye suppose he could use the packages given at the better
missions to all the hobo men. The used brush is sort of useless to a man
unless he can rinse it out not in the wild too many miles is lost in useless
cleaning of my parts a toothbrush gets repacked with toothpaste on and seldom
gets used again in mouth so strong ignored by men the food found can be eaten
in a can with brushless teeth on.
Copyright © Charles Hice | Year Posted 2007
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