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Does a human being have razorblade claws or gunmetal teeth Does a human being have the grizzly bear hide or the exotic suction cups? Then what has kept it alive all these millions of years What protects it from all predators Even those it cannot see Those it cannot physically defeat What lets it defy Nature herself None, but the mind And the proper body to wield it Will we soon get a peek under the dress? So why didn’t my mother name me Kevin? Because sometimes the middle name is really what you want to name your kid But you think another is more pragmatic Either because the middle is too wild Or, in my mother’s case It was more important to do honor to her recently dead husband Than to pick the name she had always Dreamed Of naming a child But that’s where I get stuck Why is my first name his middle name?
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Jul 2, 2010
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