my mother kept me on the bottle for such a long time my lips massive slowly as the forest inside my mouth decline like falling trees as the years move on a forest becomes a woodland the woodland falls my smile becomes less puff the magic dragon a new forest appears replaced by dentures now i laugh and smile the old me is back the perfect forest smiling back in the mirror smiling back at me save the forest ha ha i need a crown keep smiling alls not lost
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Posted: Mar 2013
About this poem:
a piece broke of my front tooth good job the rest are still ok
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