My Wars are laid away in Books -- by Emily Dickinson
My Wars are laid away in Books -- I have one Battle more -- A Foe whom I have never seen But oft has scanned me o'er -- And hesitated me between And others at my side, But chose the best -- Neglecting me -- till All the rest, have died -- How sweet if I am not forgot By Chums that passed away -- Since Playmates at threescore and ten Are such a scarcity --
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