A Quote by George D. Prentice
A dentist at work in his vocation always looks down in the mouth.
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He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
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He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
He's chokin', how, everybody's jokin' now
The clocks run out, times up, over, blaow!
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