Ivory soldiers in a crimson sea,
Guardians of smiles, set in rows so neat.
Gums embrace them, pink and strong,
A fortress where enamel knights belong.
Brush and floss, the daily drill,
To keep decay from scaling the hill.
But beyond the physical, there's more to say,
Mental floss prevents moral decay.
For just as plaque can dull our pearly shine,
Negative thoughts can tarnish the mind.
So cleanse your thoughts, and rinse with care,
A healthy outlook's beyond compare.
Let your grin reflect your inner light,
Both teeth and spirit gleaming bright.
For in this world of sweet and sour,
A clean mind and mouth have equal power.
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