That’s “C” as in “can’t do $#*+.”

Somehow, somewhere, my name has inadvertently wound up on a list of cancer researchers.

I am receiving polite queries from researchers all over the world about my “work.” I keep having to apologize for being a poet and wishing people in Europe and Asia the best of luck in their studies.

I got a “C” in freshman level biology, people. I didn’t always listen well.  And, during experiments, I kept spillin’ stuff.

 

 

 

 

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