Maryann Sage -- Part Uno

MaryAnn Sage Approximately one and a half score minus seven years ago this then naïve and innocent early twenty something, now a middle aged, diamond in the rough, jaded two plus decades slavish married male did not realize his fare maiden perfect form, she a capricorn (who also shared same January 13th birthday as myself, though a half dozen years Mycenae senior hovered in mine immediate proximity, a mere hello kitty whisker away, which accompanying cat’s eye soft nose a pet smart appetite saw me weight tool screwed up to revere mother of pearl opal mate ideal beau now ex post facto finds yours truly ruing foregone soul mate to crow in vain, though I cannot help pining and lamenting where art thou – dow ting she (MaryAnn Sage, a young whirled, wide webbed childless divorcee, a couple of years shy of thirty) ponders whereabouts of this contemplative, furtive * * * * * * * * * *