Oral hygiene is important, but the extent that some people go to get their teeth "perfectly white" scares me... I brush twice a day, but I'll be damned if I'm gonna put bleach substitute in my mouth to get my teeth 2 shades whiter... Some people are crazy!

Nice write! I love how you didn't stick to a structured format. I try to write visually and it bugs the hell out of me and I format it, again!

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When I saw the first post, I knew exactly where this topic was headed... Anyway, why does everyone always expect the president to do everything that he promised to do. There are many, many things that the potential president doesn't know, until he's sworn into office. And some of those things do have influence on things that the candidate may have promised to change, such as a war. Not only that, but he gets berated when he compromises with the republicans. I think compromise is better than a stagnant government. And as far as rebellion in the U.S... Yeah right... Our government's not perfect, not by a long-shot, but it's far better than most other governments around. Just my two cents...

Hey, everyone! I'm Chris and I just joined the site (because I wanted to see the results of a survey, that I did, none-the-less!)and figured since i was here, I might as well chat up in the forums. So, as my first post, I'm going to put up one of my favorite poems. Let me know what you think!

The Old Man

An old man sits in his chair,
Thinking of when he was young.
Searching for a way to fix it all,
But knowing that there is none.

Sometimes he sits for hours,
Smiling, laughing, or crying.
Thinking of those seven years,
The ones that were so divine.

The old man sheds a tear,
As his words appear on the screen.
Remembering those happy times,
And realizing they’re but a dream.

Even if they’re but memories,
They mean the world to him.
He cherishes each and every one,
Like the rarest of all gems.

That’s just what they are you see,
Something so pure and rare.
Each one gives him such hope,
That he’d take the darkest dare.

Now maybe he’s not invincible,
And maybe just a little insane.
But what fun would the world be,
If everything were just so plain?

So why don’t you try it with him,
And see if it works for you?
Think of your happiest memories,
And see just what you can do.

You may just be surprised,
At what you discover today.
Maybe you’ll understand next time,
An old man wastes his day away.

And now the memories begin to fade,
As the old man grows tired and weak.
He hopes for the best for tomorrow,
But his outlook is sternly bleak.

Though he takes every day,
With valor, heart, and grace.
He has to accept the fact,
That he’ll never again see her face.

This old man is bruised and broken,
As you can easily see.
But one thing you might not have guessed,
Is that broken old man is me.

And so I have a request for you,
If you cross her on the street.
Tell her I miss her, I love her, I cherish her,
And without her, my heart no longer would beat.