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What is being compared to a gray overcoat?
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Solution
The squirrel’s body is being compared to a gray overcoat.
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For she who has journeyed through life midway,
Whose hands have cherished , whose love has blest,
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And serves her household in fruitful pride,
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“Yes. Because of the artillery. The captain told me to go because of the artillery.” “And you have no family?” I asked, watching the far end of the bridge where a few last carts were hurrying down the slope of the bank.
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“I am without politics,” he said. “I am seventy-six years old. I have come twelve kilometers now and I think now I can go no further.”
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