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Member since 2004 · Posted 27 Jun 2005 · 1 comment

time to turn this whole thing around living with disgusting frowns try elevating my head up high until this becomes a smile of mine the constant worry of what has been leaving me dank in my lonesome bed sitting and pondering two more steps when i fell down here to begin with i was living in a tree you see and i floated away one day landed on my feet and snap i cannot ever get back what will happen to me now that i have left my family jumped to quick i guess wish to fly back to the nest

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[7] Joshua_Tree 28-Jun-05/9:20 AM Reply

The transition from your metaphor to its application is always going to be difficult. One way around that is to put the situation in the title and stick with the metaphor throughout the poem.