"Blue as a Christmas light bulb." That is how I describe the sky on a clear day. That is why I did not get a good grade in English Composition class. That reason, and that my instructor went to college with Stephen King and she did not end up a world famous author. She took her personal failure, mixed it with her jealousy of Stephen King, and wove her own nightmarish story line for one special little student who just wanted to explore obtuse visual similes. She was mean. I still get happy when Stephen King makes money. If she ever becomes famous, I may be sad, I may get blue, but i will never be so blue as a squirrel with rotted nuts. See what I mean! You just read what I wrote - "blue as a squirrel with rotted nuts". I can’t believe I didn’t get an "A" from that jerk, this stuff I write is golden.
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