An Epilogue to "The Murder of Roger Ackroyd"
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This is my rapid-fire poem epilogue to "The Murder of Roger Ackroyd", and once again, it has tons of metaphors. If you read it out loud to yourself, do not take time between each line, except when there is a special occasion. That special occasion is for you to decide. Let me know in the comments what metaphors you see, and when that special occasion was. Hope you like it!