Should I compare thee.....

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* She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 missing legs.

** His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like
** underpants in a tumble dryer

** Her hair glistened in the rain like nose hair after a sneeze.

** She caught your eye like one of those pointy hook latches that used to
** dangle from doors and would fly up whenever you banged the door open
** again.

** The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a
** bowling ball wouldn't.

** McMurphy fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a paper bag
** filled with vegetable soup.

** Her eyes were like two brown circles with big black dots in the
centre

** The dandelion swayed in the gentle breeze like an oscillating
** electric fan set on medium.

** Her vocabulary was as bad as, kinda' like, sorta, whatever.

** He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree.

** The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you
** fry them in hot grease

** Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the
** grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having
** left Ballina at 6:36 pm travelling at 55 mph, the other from
** Claremorris 4:19pm at a speed of 35 mph.

** The politician was gone but unnoticed, like the full stop after the
** Dr. on a Dr Pepper can.

** John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had*
also never met.

** The thunder was ominous sounding, much like the sound of a thin sheet
** of metal being shaken backstage during the storm scene in a play.

** The red brick wall was the colour of a brick-red crayon.

** Even in his last years, Granddad had a mind like a steel trap, only
** one that had been left out so long it had rusted shut.

** Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.

** The plan was simple, like my brother Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan
** just might work.

** The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating
** for while.

** "Oh, Jason, take me!" she panted, her breasts heaving like a student
** on 50cent-a-pint night.

** He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck either, but a
** real duck that was actually lame. Maybe from stepping on a land mine
** or something.

** Her artistic sense was exquisitely refined, like someone who can tell
** butter from the "I Can't Believe It's Not Butter" ad.

** She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes
** just before it throws up.

** It came down the stairs looking very much like something no one had
** ever seen before.

** The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended one slender leg
** behind her, like a dog at a lamppost.

** The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated
** because of his wife's infidelity came as a rude shock, like a
** surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free cashpoint.

** It was a working class tradition, like fathers chasing kids around
** with their power tools.

** He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as
** if she were a dustcart reversing.

** She grew on him like she was a colony of E. coli and he was
** room-temperature British beef.

** Her voice had that tense, grating quality, like a first-generation
** thermal paper fax machine that needed a band tightened. It hurt the
** way your tongue hurts after you accidentally staple it to the wall.

** Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two other
** sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.
 
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