As a newborn you can’t remember
anything because you have no words
with which to relate or identify.
Your brain is a clean slate not yet able
to comprehend. You have no idea what
your fingers, hands or feet are for.
Your sight is a blur, but naturally,
without nomenclature you feel cold,
heat, hunger and pain. No wonder you
cry or squirm around stupefied. Figuratively
in the vernacular, you don’t know shit from
Shinola, up from down or that that
is your finger sticking in your eye. Ah, little
one, all too soon the wonder begins. All of
us alive today got our start this way.
And to this day, there are still lots of
folks out there who don’t know shit
from Shinola.
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Chris Hanch 3-16-2023
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