Oh little tooth of mine; you saw me past the age of nine. You were there for everything; though you never helped me sing. Little tiny tooth of child; sitting there looking so small and mild. You were ripped straight from my head; some time yesterday before I went to bed. I will miss you so; but it was time for you to go. Oh little tooth of mine; in my memories you'll always shine.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Teeth are for Yanking
Or so I have found... Teeth are for yanking. Yanking isn't just for legs anymore. Pull a tooth! It's quite fun. I'll be willing to bet you've not pulled a tooth out since you were a kid wiggling one back and forth in your mouth. My last baby tooth was removed by me yesterday. I thought perhaps I should maybe make some sort of Eulogy. So here it is... Ode to my tooth...
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