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Monday, 16 January 2006 Leave a comment Go to comments

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–

Emily Dickinson

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