Roses are red, concrete is gray, let’s say “forsooth” ’cause it’s NATIONAL POET’S DAY! Shall we gyre and gimbal in the wabe, count the ways we love thee, quoth the raven, or just lose ourselves in one quixotic odyssey after another? Poetry doesn’t care about making sense […]
Read more →Sorry, Kindle, but they smell better than you. Today we celebrate NATIONAL BOOK LOVERS DAY! Don’t we love our books? New ones, old ones, fat ones, thin ones, red ones, green ones, Mother Goose or Doctor Seuss, books are our brain’s favorite food. There are millions of […]
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