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The Toothbrush


Who invented you

You little brushel stick 

Your always blue 

You never talk

 

You meet me twice a day

How nice you are to use

You never sit

You always stand

 

You boost my confidence

I can't go on without you

You keep me disinfected

Even all around the world

 

You have a large family

When you came to me 

You sat behind the package 

Calling out to me 

 

I'd like to thank you

For all you've done 

You never judge me 

Little toothbrush

 

I sorry I have to say,

Goodbye 

But your time is now 

So long my friend

 

 

 

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