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