Sweets rot teeth, you know.
I beg you; cease your feasting!
Bring not this shamed fate
upon you. Of repulsive
features, decayed molars win!
Saturday, November 03, 2012
Brush and Floss! (Tanka)
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feasting,
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Isabel Lai,
It's Isabel,
molars,
poem,
repulsive,
tanka
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