It is not good to lose teeth
Before arrives illness or death
It causes chewing problem
The test become forgone conclusion
No hard things can be preferred
Not hard bread can be offered
Oh god, I have only two hunter teeth
That holds tongue when I breathe
But it is unique experience
Your test for silly things is stopped at once
You are forced to eat stop some eatables
Life has never witnessed such struggle
No one can come to your rescue
This trouble is only for few
My teeth are not giving way
They are strengthening day by day
These two teeth have firm roots
I can not have forcible shoot
“They may cause blood flow”
I am feared about their firm show
Yes I wait for decent departure
So I can go easily for denture
Eat food with freedom and liberty
I shall seek grace from almighty then
awesome Sai Krishna16 minutes ago keep writing Comment +1
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It is not good to lose teeth Before arrives illness or death
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strengthening teeth..! KR BALAKRISHNAN8 minutes ago good poem.