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Well, another June has come and gone, like so many new brides walking down the isle. I found this poem that I received while in Dental Hygiene School. To date, I have only met one hygienist that married a patient. I would love to hear your story if you married your patient or hygienist!
Hygienist, in your dental chair I sit without a single care Except when tickled by your hair. I know that when you grab the drills I need not fear the pain that kills. You merely make my molars clean With pumice doped with wintergreen. So I lean back in calm reflection, With close-up views of my complexion, And taste the flavor of your thumbs While you massage my flabby gums. To me no woman can be smarter Than she who scales away my tartar, And none more fitted for my bride Than one who knows me from inside. At least as far as she has gotten She sees how much of me is rotten. Earnest Albert Hooton
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