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Saturday, 13 June 2009
Metaphor poem
And sometimes metaphor's not worth its name;
It doesn't carry over as it should.
The red of blood is not the red of flame,
There is no arch from dryness to the flood.
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nnyhav
13 June 2009 at 20:11:00 GMT-7
I never metaphor I didn't like something different.
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Adam Roberts Project
14 June 2009 at 03:20:00 GMT-7
Very wise. You are an owl.
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I never metaphor I didn't like something different.
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