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A L L I T E R A T I O N: Carries cat clawed her couch, creating chaos. Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers.

s. Becky's beagle barked and bayed, becoming bothersome for Billy.

A S S O N A N C E: That solitude which suits abstruse musings. On a proud round cloud in white high night. And the moon rose over an open field.

O n o m a t o p o e I a: Bloop Gurgle Bang Whoosh cuckoo

R H Y M E:

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,

R H Y M E S C H E M E:

Bid me to weep, and I will weep While I have eyes to see; And having none, and yet I will keep A heart to weep for thee.

R E P E T I T I O N:
I'm nobody! Who are You? I'm nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody too? Then there's a pair of us-don't tell! They'd banish us you know. How dreary to be somebody! how public, like a frog. To tell your name livelong day To an admiring bog!

S I M I L E:

My love is like a red, red rose. You were as brave as a lion. That guy is as nutty as a fruitcake.

M E T A P H O R:

Time is a thief He is the apple of my eye Rollercoaster of emotions

P E R S O N I F I C A T I O N:
The stars danced playfully in the moonlit sky. The run down house appeared depressed. The first rays of morning tiptoed through the meadow.

M E T E R:

S T A N Z A:
I Love To Write Poems

I love to write Day and night What would my heart do? But cry, sigh and be blue If I could not write

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