Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Poetry Writing;Hyperbole

1.I am so thirsty like a desert.
2.The guy is so cheap as a kid.
3.She is so smart as a computer.
4.I love it more than yesterday.
5.The teacher is so boring like watching a clock.

Tall Poem

My life is like trowing
the dice never know
whats coming behind.
In the streets
I walk looking at the
sky.trying to buy a
pan to see whats up.
My rhyme ends now.

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