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I have a very foggy, clouded recollection of being born. It was all too bright, scary, cold and confusing. I have attributed those feelings to the act of being born, but I cannot be sure. My first clear memory is of me at six months old, being held by my grandmother’s neighbor. She kept “goo-goo-gaga-ing” me and I kept feeling concerned for her lack of intelligence. I remember feeling too close to her face and untrusting of her.

By Mighty Mike McGee

I am a poet and a humorist from San José, California. I have many siblings, niblings and giblets. I enjoy Scrabble and coercing people to think and laugh. Soup saves lives.

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