Poems » BRUSHING
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BRUSHING
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BRUSHING
(Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star)
Hers is my toothpaste,
Here's my brush.
I don't hurry,
I won't rush.
Working hard to keep te-eth clean,
Front and back and in between.
When I brush for quite a whi-le,
I will have a happy smile.
Mrs. Hall's Kinderpage
Redondo Beach USD
Washington Elementary School
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