Tuesday, October 21, 2025

Simile's (from Georgia P.)

 

My hair is like leaves worked over by a windstorm.
I couldn't be calm; my nerves were like popcorn in hot oil.

Hope struggles as valiantly as a candle against the darkness. 
The big man danced like a tank on roller skates. 
The old house creaked like the wind sighing.
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