Poem from Burma by George Orwell
Poem from Burma
Brush your teeth up and down, brother,
Oh, brush them up and down!
All the folks in London Town
Brush their teeth right up and down,
Oh! How they shine!
Aren’t they bloody fine?
Night and morning, my brother,
Oh brush them up and down!”
George Orwell
(1903 – 1950)
Poem from Burma
• fleursdumal.nl magazine
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