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Figuratively Speaking
Strange Sounds
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What is Anaphora
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To raise a happy, healthy, and hopeful child, it
takes a family it takes teachers it takes
clergy it takes business people it takes
community leaders it takes those who protect
our health and safety. It takes all of us.

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What is a limerick
A robin my cat once befriendedTill one day the
relationship endedI came home to findMy cat
changed her mindFor from her a mouth a feather
extended

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What is personification
The fog comeson little cat feet.It sits
lookingover harbor and cityon silent
haunchesand then moves on.

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What is alliteration
His dark eyes dared me with danger

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What is polysyndeton
Oh, my piglets, we are the origins of war not
historys forces, nor the times, nor
justice, nor the lack of it, nor causes, nor
religions, nor ideas, nor kinds government not
any other thing. We are the killers.

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What is Haiku
The red blossom bends   and drips its dew to the
ground.   Like a tear it falls

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What is a simile
The willow is like an etching, Fine-lined against
the sky. The ginkgo is like a crude
sketch, Hardly worthy to be signed. The willows
music is like a soprano, Delicate and thin. The
ginkgos tune is like a chorus With everyone
joining in.

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What is assonance
From the molten-golden notes,

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What is an apostrophe
Oh, Spring Break! When will you come?

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What is a ballad
'Twas Friday morn when we set sail, And we
had not got far from land, When the Captain, he
spied a lovely mermaid, With a comb and a glass
in her hand. Chorus Oh the ocean waves may
roll, And the stormy winds may blow, While we
poor sailors go skipping aloft And the land
lubbers lay down below, below, below And the
land lubbers lay down below.

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What is a metaphor
My family is an expired firecrackerset off by
the blowtorch of divorce. We layscattered in
many directions.My father is the wick, badly
burntbut still glowing softly.My mother is the
blackened paper fluttering down,blowing this way
and that, unsure where to land.My sister is the
fallen, colorful parachute,lying in a tangled
knot, unable to see the beauty sheholds.My
brother is the fresh, untouched powder thatwas
protected from the flame. And I,I am the singed,
outside papers, curled awayfrom everything,
silently cursingthe blowtorch

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What is consonance
Hear the mellow wedding bells, Golden bells

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What is hyperbole
My vegetable love should grow / Vaster than
empires, and more slow / A hundred years
should go to praise / Thine eyes and on thine
forehead gaze/ Two hundred to adore each
breast, / But thirty thousand to the rest

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What is free verse
I DREAM'D in a dream I saw a city invincible to
the attacks of the    whole of the rest of the
earth,  I dream'd that was the new city of
Friends,  Nothing was greater there than the
quality of robust love, it led    the rest,  It
was seen every hour in the actions of the men of
that city,  And in all their looks and words.

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What is hyperbole
I Swear I Only Napped a Minute Eyes fluttered
shut Drool formed a pool The nap was only to last
a minute The sun set Winters came and went The
nap was only to last a minute Wrinkles
formed Young men grew white beards The nap may
have lasted more than a minute

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What is onomatopoeia
I heard the ripple washing in the reeds / And
the wild water lapping on the crag

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What is an epiphany
Theres a wonderful moment in the Wizard of Oz
when Dorothy realizes that she has had the power
to return home all along.

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What is a sonnet
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love
thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul
can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends
of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the
level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and
candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive
for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from
praise. I love thee with the passion put to
use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's
faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to
lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the
breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life and, if
God choose, I shall but love thee better after
death.

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What is epiphora
When I was a child, I spake as a child, I
understood as a child, I thought as a child.

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What is assonance , consonance, and alliteration
His thoughts thoroughly withered as he delivered
his heinous and despicable speech.

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