Embracing the poetical me?

Been accumulating books lately, real paper, bound books, ebooks, lists of books to acquire, lists of potential books to make, so many, many books.  There has been a sudden urge to have my fingers all over books, and not just any old books, books of poetry!  Just yesterday on my way to a most prosaic job I was thinking how much I am looking forward to going back to class and reading poetry for 14 weeks!  Reading poetry, writing poetry, thinking poetry, if I was a hugger I would be hugging myself in delight.

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