My curse upon your venom'd stang

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Today is Robbie Burns day. Tomorrow I get my wisdom teeth pulled. Robbie, what do you think about that?

Where’er that place be priests ca’ hell,
Where a’ the tones o’ misery yell,
An’ ranked plagues their numbers tell,
In dreadfu’ raw,
Thou, Toothache, surely bear’st the bell,
Amang them a’!

Yeah, thanks, Robbie. You can read the rest of Address To The Toothache here.

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