Wisdom Teeth
Your teeth are out,So stand and shout.
The pain may scare,
But I'll be there.
I'll comfort you for all eternity,
And I hope when my teeth are pulled you'll do the same for me.
Wisdom Teeth
Your teeth are out,If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
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