At times our school seems. . .
As big as a box with 1.1 quadrillion amazon packages inside.
As small as a mouse’s violin.
Louder than a Hot Cheeto girl whispering in the library.
Quieter than a than a trillion feathers falling from the sky.
Colder than the Ice Age and Breakup Tears dripping down from the Arctic sky.
Hotter than lava bursting from a volcano.
As sad as Bruce Wayne at a family reunion.
As happy as a hungry hippo with a hundred hamburgers.
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Hyperbole Poem
April 14, 2024
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