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Date: 29 September 2006 17:40:52
...inspired by my Classics class this week, and as a good exercise before next weeks class I have created some Homeric Similes.
Then the rain drew near to Exeter, as from some spring whose crystal stream falls over the ledges of a high precipice.
My Matiz flew along the motorway like an golden eagle sweeps down the valley occasionally picking up speed or being knocked off course by a cross wind.
The phone in the call centre kept ringing like an army knocking on the gates of a city under siege, its residents whinging and moaning about the lack of food or money.
Perhaps poetry is not my thing.