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The lights are on. I just don’t know. But nobody is home.

The time has come again, to write another. I don’t have any more creative dough. The lights are on.

I think to myself “Oh Brother!” I’m not a writer like Henry David Thoreau. But nobody is home.

I know easy rhymes like brother and another, however I can’t think of any other. All of these rhymes making my brain overflow. The lights are on.

I have finished plenty of stanzas before, but I cannot think of many other. I wish there was some more creativity that a divine power could bestow. The lights are on.

When she says due tomorrow, I go “great mother!” You know what? Forget it, I’ll just rhyme the last one with fro’ The lights are on. But nobody is home.

"The lights are one....but nobody is home." Metaphor "I’m not a writer like Henry David Thoreau." Simile

When we step on stage The lights are out The silence broke Showtime The lights are out The spotlight shines Showtime The bass pumps from the speakers The lights are out Their favorite songs The spotlight shines And the stadium shakes Showtime The lights are out The bass pumps from the speakers When we step on stage "When we step on stage" Situation

"The __bass__ pumps from the speakers" Onomatopoeia

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference

" Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both  And be one traveler, long I stood  And looked down one as far as I could  To where it bent in the undergrowth;  Then took the other, as just as fair,  And having perhaps the better claim,"

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"Wanted Wear" Personification

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