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Poems and Thoughts by Frank Maurer
Ode to my Dentist.
Her soft, warm fingers enter my mouth
And move gently in my orifice.
Warm, in spite of the lovely yellow-green surgical gloves.
She utters soft commands to "Turn towards me"
And "Does that hurt?" And "Now place your partial back in".
And "Does that feel good" and "Is that comfortable?"
Then the partials are finally transferred from her to me.
And I place them on my 'mandible'
And both fit so perfectly, which gives me joy!
When done, she says "I will meet you in the lobby",
But she always arrives and then leaves too soon,
And I am left alone; but with sweet remembrances!
Frank Maurer 11 April 2022.
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