Some oddly dully think
About their teeth that stink,
When they should’ve sounded some bell
About all not being well.
Some away choose to walk ,
When it has become the talk
And Dental Caries for chalk…
Tactless teachers of it stalk!
Folks who know a face that scowls
And far-off pain that howls;
Of winds in the forest
That understand no rest
And widows who often grieve
Wanting to finally leave…
Care for teeth not by blows,
For A Youth’s orders blood flows.
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