Teeth

May 6, 2008
By Elliot Grindle, Camden, ME

My teeth,
They're like a river,
With all the twists and turns,
My rubber bands are bridges,
That connect the railroad tracks,
That wind around every corner,
Until the tracks hit my molars,
Then,
They stop.


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