Nothing but sweets
will exist,
in ten years.
No more horrid
cavities,
no more fears.
Dental promises
of heaven,
in 2019.
And I will live
everyday,
like it's Halloween!
My house will be
made of crunchy,
tasty, all bran.
And I will be
married to a,
gingerbread-man!




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