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A Book
by:
Emily Dickinson
(1830-1886)
He ate and drank the precious
words
,
His spirit grew robust;
He knew no more that he was poor,
Nor that his frame was dust.
He danced along the dingy days,
And this bequest of wings
Was but a
book
. What liberty
A loosened spirit brings!
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