I remember
when-ever one of us kids
had a loose tooth,
our father would go to the basement
and return with some
string from his work-bench.
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Making a loop in the string,
he would then attach
one end of the string to the loose tooth,
& the other end of the string
to a doorknob.
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He’d do a countdown
from three,
two,
one
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And then he would
chuck the doorknob
out the window.
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“That’s another one for the yard”
he’d say,
reaching for his binoculars