O friends trapped within volumes, I promise I’ll dust you soon,

And get to those left unread — I’m sure in some blue moon!

The bindings make me happy, and the titles make me smug;

But knowledge left un-accessed is like wells left un-dug.

For the vessels may be filled all the way up to the brim,

But the storehouse will remain empty until I do begin.

May this year be the richer for every tome I read

And may my reading habits match the bibliophile’s greed!

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