The lost tooth was real in 2010. One day it cracked apart, a molar and its removal was not happy. Some pliers and chisel work were required. I have not had the money to replace it.
Life Patterns
The story I want
to tell is not about me
but about wizards
as they gather near
the oak in high hot summer
and another mage
in those years long gone
more sturdy in his gray dreams
than today's flat ware.
My pulled tooth still aches.
April 9, 2010 8:35 AM
I am happy to report that the phantom aching tooth at the time I wrote the poem has long ago quieted down.
Ouch!
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