Since I usually put up my stuff that is... emotionally demanding, shall we say, I thought I might lighten it up a little this time with a short I wrote quite a few years ago after I got a tooth pulled. This one is dedicated to my Mom, who has had some recent tooth troubles of her own. ========================================================== Tooth Troubles On Wednesday, the pain in my tooth became unbearable, so I had it pulled. The dentist let me keep it. I didn’t want to let it go-- this thing has been part of me. When the numbness went away, I was so relieved that the pain was gone, I laughed out loud. On Thursday, I awoke to find the tooth lying on my pillow, next to my head. “How did you get there?” I asked the tooth. I put it back in the little box that the dentist gave me, and thought about it no more. On Friday, I awoke to find the tooth balanced on my nose. I could only see it if I looked cross-eyed. “What
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