Three dogs, frolicking
at the bottom of a steep hill.
Illuminated by a dim street light,
one brown, one black, one white.
A metaphor in the making for sure
of what remains obscure.
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Author:
Jerry Reynolds (
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- Published: July 27th, 2021 09:07
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
Nothing like a good metaphor Jerry. Nice one
Thanks, S.C.
They do open space.
May that metaphor show complete understanding and togetherness Jerry.
Andy
Thanks, Andy.
I recognized the street, the light, and the time. Left it open-ended on purpose. Good, see Andy.
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