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It happened, once only, on an African plain. A subtle mutation and everything changed. On Chromosome Seven A new protein emerged. A peripatic primate Spoke her first word. There were apes that were stronger or had larger brains. But it was **** sapiens who gave all things names. The mutation of speech, an advantage unknown,. soon reduced competition to a mere pile of bones. Our forebears surged forth From the African plains Some wandered to China, others summered in Spain. As elders died off, Their knowledge survived Through oral transmission til the advent of scribes. Now each human mother awaits baby’s first word It’s the price of admission to the tribe of the verb.
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Jan 27, 2012
Jan 27, 2012 at 10:57 PM UTC
The Tribe of the Verb
It happened, once only, on an African plain. A subtle mutation and everything changed. On Chromosome Seven A new protein emerged. A peripatic primate Spoke her first word. There were apes that were stronger or had larger brains. But it was **** sapiens who gave all things names. The mutation of speech, an advantage unknown,. soon reduced competition to a mere pile of bones. Our forebears surged forth From the African plains Some wandered to China, others summered in Spain. As elders died off, Their knowledge survived Through oral transmission til the advent of scribes. Now each human mother awaits baby’s first word It’s the price of admission to the tribe of the verb.
john-f-mccullagh
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Jan 27, 2012
Jan 27, 2012 at 10:57 PM UTC
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