Dickinson Friday: 604

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Unto my Books -- so good to turn --

Far ends of tired Days --

It half endears the Abstinence --

And Pain -- is missed -- in Praise --

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As Flavors -- cheer Retarded Guests

With Banquettings to be --

So Spices -- stimulate the time

Till my small Library --

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It may be Wilderness -- without --

Far feet of failing Men --

But Holiday -- excludes the night --

And it is Bells -- within --

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I thank these Kinsmen of the Shelf --

Their Countenances Kid

Enamor -- in Prospective --
And satisfy -- obtained --

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Speaking of turning unto my books, the Cybils Award Winners were announced yesterday! Boo hoo for Leepike Ridge, but I am looking forward to reading the MG winner, A Crooked Kind of Perfect by Linda Urban. In fact, it's waiting for me at the library this very moment!