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In addition to my too lengthy life's lifelong readings, my preacher father forced this child at breakfast to sit through his prechurch practice of Sunday morning sermons---experiences, I have to admit, that were worse than Chinese torture, water or otherwise. Additionally, as an adult, in both my professional and my personal life I've benefited from an ongoing love relationship with words: their sounds, their look in print, their feel---and multishades of rainbow colors ... et cetera, et cetera, et cetera .... Incidentally, among history's treasures in speeches and writings of prose and poetry, I find that the peak of English-language usage prevailed in the mid- to late 1800s. Note further: In one of my high school English classes, the teacher excused me from class for the year, gave me an automatic A, and instructed me to write whatever I felt like in the school library during the English-class time. She was a published author of science fiction. The only thing she did me wrong was tell me that wont is not a word. I will forever regret not showing it to her in a copy of Webster's. And of course it's too late now. I've never been a lover (or even liker) of poetry---till last year, when I decided to try my hand at writing the nonsense verse. Still learning, Regards, Chuckles