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The Assistant


Training with Doctor Valenzuela was like a piece of cake

I loved it having to clean up a patient’s mouth like raking leaves

I was a dentist assistant

My friends did not see the interest

I like the feeling of helping patients have a beautiful smile

But for I accomplished this I had to get a title

Long hours in school preparing in a biology class

I had to fill my brain up with gas before class 

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