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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Toothy Shimmy In and out, Up and down, Around about I shimmy. I slide across, Dart in there. Glide it about And all around. Sometimes I wonder What teeth might think If they had the chance To give their thoughts. When I danced My Maypole dance, Would they giggle And plead, “Stop tickling?" Or would they wish to cavort In a toothy shimmy 'Round and 'round Inside my mouth? I think probably It would be That they’d merely smile And quickly give a "Thanks.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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