My New Teeth

I got new teeth, and they sang to me
like a picket fence full of birds.
I got new teeth when I signed up for old teeth.
My new teeth were not made of metal,
bone, or hide. They didn’t belong to me.
My new teeth spoke to me by clicking together.
I don’t remember what they said,
but I bet it was something good.

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