Posted on November 29, 2017
by KJ Eastwick
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Oh boy, I really don’t like dentists. It’s not personal, I really hate the drill. A poem about sitting in the dentist’s chair.
The Dentist’s chair
Category: PoetryTags: dentist, Drills, fear
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