TeethA Poem by Stacynot so pretty nowSitting here with a throbbing head Constant pain and no relief, I some times wonder if I'll end up dead From the poison that runs through my teeth.
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1 Review Added on March 30, 2009 AuthorStacyOHAboutMy name is Stacy and I have been a writer of poetry [mostly] and short stories. I have enjoyed writing since I was 8 years old and I have not let that side of me leave. I have won 3 Editor's Choice.. more..Writing
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