A poem by Tracy

I love my new tooth
I really, really, really, love my new tooth
I never realized how much I could love a tooth

I think I will head to Portland and pull a street car, just using my tooth of steel.

Oh beautiful tooth, I can eat anything with you.
And you never wiggle. You are secure in my mouth
I never have to put a spitty retainer with a tooth in it in my pocket while you are around.

I don’t lisp anymore. I can’t blow bubbles over the top of the tooth anymore either.

I am not sad about this.

Yeah, I know, don’t quit my day job

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