This poem that I was told to write,
About my toothbrush, bristles bright.
The handle long, slender and thin,
It freshens my mouth and all within.
Joyful cleanliness it helps me find.
Clean teeth promote a nice, clean mind
Sanitation is not my only desire,
But a fresh mint smell for before I retire.
A poem for my toothbrush, improbable,
Though it turned out to be rather do-able.

11/28/2006

Posted on 11/28/2006
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