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Simile PoemSkis on, up the chair
Down the hill but not to fast
In the park to grab some air
It’s to bad that it can’t last
As the wind blows past my face
I feel like I am in a race
A race for what, I do not know
But I turn and look to see a crow
The crow looks back and caws out loud
It almost sounds like cheering from a crowd
Then I remember, that I’m free
For all is well, when I ski
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Extended Metaphor PoemAs sweet as a churro
As sour as a lemon
As fresh as a tomato
As greasy as bacon
As salty as a pretzel
As spicy as a pepper
As cold as ice cream
As hot as beef stew
Food can be many things
But ones for sure, its always good
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