My metaphor poem
The waves crash, they are a massive boulder hitting the center of earth.
You are flying high in the sky on a hoverboard.
You can feel the breeze on your body, it’s the only way you could feel how bad antarctica would be you see.
You can see the wave about to slam on you, it is a ginormous cold pillow, self destructing into a thousand little rain drops.
good job you used great descriptive writing =] =]
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