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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Writer, artist, seamstress to dolls, dog wrangler, wife, and mostly human. In no particular order.
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2 Responses to Magnetic Poetry 365:361

  1. David P says:

    Lovely shot, very Christmasy. (If that’s really a word.)

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