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A limerick I wrote in 11th grade entitled “Py-Co-Payed”:
There once was a toothbrush so frayed
Its owner’s teeth it did evade.
What of halitosis?
His breath was the grossest,
And the moss on his teeth felt like suede.
__C.A. Addison, 1986
(Note: Py-Co-Pay used to be a brand of toothbrush. I believe they’re no longer in business.)