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Rinse. Spit. Repeat.

It's the Crunch.
the Big Salty Peanut Butter Crunch
that gets stuck in your teeth
and never quite leaves
no matter how many mints hints hits
                                                        you drop.

Rinse once.
Spit,
Don't Swallow.
Stuff'll kill ya.

Neighbour's friend dropped dead of the stuff last week
poor thing
She wasn't weak,
just on her last leg
                             out on a limb,
                                                   on a whim
in need of a crutch
Not a Crunch.

But beggars can't be choosers right?
And Boy could she beg.
no matter how many mints hints hits
                                                       She Dropped.

the salty stench
Remains
stained
engraved
Grave indeed.
Better try whitener next time
Written by RiverOfFire
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