Magnetic Poetry 365:361

Since Tim is away taking care of Tucker the dog, among others, and didn’t get to do a Rex Tuesday, I’m featuring an edging-ever-nearer-Christmas-dinner Rex. It’s so pointless; he doesn’t get fed from the table. But Rex is a living example of that old adage, “Hope springs eternal.”


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