In Need of Floss
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A pig I must've been
I took you in too fast
unknowingly
I used a wide,
beat-me-mama
wooden spoon.

chomp. chomp. chomp.

Stuck in my teeth,
my chompers
you are.

When I smile,
I see you.
When I'm happy,
you're there.

Your sight
You voice
depresses me.

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