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Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Poetry


A Cloud


A fluffy pillow,

A cluster of feathers,

A bad omen,

But a saviour in times of drought.


A blanket of mist,

A sheild from the sun,

A cold icy breath,

Or perhaps a hot humid one.


This peom uses a technigue called metaphors. A metaphor implies that one thing is another, and it is a stronger form of comparison than a similie.