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Wisdom Tooth

A.S.

There once lived a tooth who loved plaques,
who aced every final in Cracks.
Shame the height of his gain
brought him nothing but pain,
when the pull from his prof made him lax.

-Amy Struthers

Published by A.S.

A peasant with a penchant for rhyming

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