What does M stand for? Why December? These are among the many questions that will occupy your curiosity upon reading my new poetry collection, and though poetry is wide open for the readers’ most personal interpretation, I believe the answers will unravel for you, perhaps right away, mid-way, or endways, like a ball of yarn that Mrs. Creator is knitting in the Universe that Mr. Creator has blasted into engenderment. I am forever their inquisitive pet cat, determined to get to the core of it all… For the moment, I stand a mitted Ragdoll with colored mask and white chin.
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