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Figurative language is like the tree, the similes and hyperboles are like the leaves growing on the tree.

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"Then his body seemed to stiffen, like he'd been turned to stone" (Maas 141).
Empire of Storms

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“I am not plain, or average or - God forbid - vanilla. I am peanut butter rocky road with multicolored sprinkles, hot fudge and a cherry on top" (Mass 4-5)
Every Soul a Star

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"...chicken clowns dancing on base lines..." (Durbin 271)
Preserving a Great American Symbol

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"...where always it's Spring) and everyone's in love and flowers pick themselves" (Cummings 369).
Who Knows if the Moon's

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"...BOOM-BOOM, BANG-BANG, CRASH Sarajevo. Translation: they're going to bomb Sarajevo" (Filipović 168)
Zlata's Diary

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"When the sun had tired and sunk behind the mountains..." (Jiménez 62).
The Circuit

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"No more midnight meowing mews" (Silverstein 359).
No Thank You