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Row 1, Col 1. What is Anaphora “To raise a happy, healthy, and hopeful child, it takes a family; it takes teachers; it takes clergy; it takes business people; it takes community leaders; it takes those who protect our health and safety. It takes all of us.”

1,2 A robin my cat once befriended Till one day the relationship ended I came home to find My cat changed her mind For from her a mouth a feather extended What is a limerick

1,3 The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on. What is personification

1,4 His dark eyes dared me with danger What is alliteration

2,1 “Oh, my piglets, we are the origins of war— not history’s forces, nor the times, nor justice, nor the lack of it, nor causes, nor religions, nor ideas, nor kinds government —not any other thing. We are the killers.” What is polysyndeton

2,2 The red blossom bends and drips its dew to the ground. Like a tear it falls What is Haiku

2,3 The willow is like an etching, Fine-lined against the sky. The ginkgo is like a crude sketch, Hardly worthy to be signed. The willow’s music is like a soprano, Delicate and thin. The ginkgo’s tune is like a chorus With everyone joining in. What is a simile

2,4 From the molten-golden notes, What is assonance

3,1 Oh, Spring Break! When will you come? What is an apostrophe

3,2 'Twas Friday morn when we set sail, And we had not got far from land, When the Captain, he spied a lovely mermaid, With a comb and a glass in her hand. Chorus Oh the ocean waves may roll, And the stormy winds may blow, While we poor sailors go skipping aloft And the land lubbers lay down below, below, below And the land lubbers lay down below. What is a ballad

3,3 My family is an expired firecracker set off by the blowtorch of divorce. We lay scattered in many directions. My father is the wick, badly burnt but still glowing softly. My mother is the blackened paper fluttering down, blowing this way and that, unsure where to land. My sister is the fallen, colorful parachute, lying in a tangled knot, unable to see the beauty she holds. My brother is the fresh, untouched powder that was protected from the flame. And I, I am the singed, outside papers, curled away from everything, silently cursing the blowtorch What is a metaphor

3,4 Hear the mellow wedding bells, Golden bells What is consonance

4,1 My vegetable love should grow / Vaster than empires, and more slow; / A hundred years should go to praise / Thine eyes and on thine forehead gaze/ Two hundred to adore each breast, / But thirty thousand to the rest What is hyperbole

4,2 I DREAM'D in a dream I saw a city invincible to the attacks of the whole of the rest of the earth, I dream'd that was the new city of Friends, Nothing was greater there than the quality of robust love, it led the rest, It was seen every hour in the actions of the men of that city, And in all their looks and words. What is free verse

4,3 I Swear I Only Napped a Minute Eyes fluttered shut Drool formed a pool The nap was only to last a minute The sun set Winters came and went The nap was only to last a minute Wrinkles formed Young men grew white beards The nap may have lasted more than a minute What is hyperbole

4,4 “I heard the ripple washing in the reeds / And the wild water lapping on the crag” What is onomatopoeia

5,1 What is an epiphany There’s a wonderful moment in the Wizard of Oz when Dorothy realizes that she has had the power to return home all along.

5,2 How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. What is a sonnet

5,3 “When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child.” What is epiphora

5,4 His thoughts thoroughly withered as he delivered his heinous and despicable speech. What is assonance, consonance, and alliteration