How the vaccination can make people sick

Chicago by carl sandburg hog butcher for the world, tool maker, stacker of wheat, player with railroads and the nation's freight handler; stormy, husky, brawling, city of the big shoulders: they tell me you are wicked and i believe them, for i have seen your painted women under the gas lamps luring the farm boys. and they tell me you are crooked and i yes, it is true i have seen the gunman kill and go free to kill again. and they tell me you are brutal and my reply is: on the faces of women and children i have seen the marks of wanton hunger. and having answered so i turn once more to those who sneer at this my city, and i give them back the sneer and say to them: come and show me another city with lifted head singing so proud to be alive and coarse and strong and cunning. flinging magnetic curses amid the toil of piling job on job, here is a tall bold slugger set vivid against the little soft cities; fierce as a dog with tongue lapping for action, cunning as a savage pitted against the wilderness, bareheaded, shoveling, wrecking, planning, building, breaking, rebuilding, under the smoke, dust all over his mouth, laughing with white teeth, under the terrible burden of destiny laughing as a young man laughs, laughing even as an ignorant fighter laughs who has never lost a battle, bragging and laughing that under his wrist is the pulse. and under his ribs the heart of the people, laughing! laughing the stormy, husky, brawling laughter of youth, half-naked, sweating, proud to be hog butcher, tool maker, stacker of wheat, player with railroads and freight handler to the nation. which type of figurative language does the poet use most often in "chicago"? a. rhyme b. simile c. metaphor d. personification

The caption is an example of which kind of bias? "cute baby boars snuffle for food in the undergrowth"

When i was young enough to still spend a long time buttoning my shoes in the morning, i'd listen toward the hall: daddy upstairs was shaving, in the bathroom, and mother downstairs was frying the bacon. they would begin whispering back and forth to each other up and down the stairwell. my father would whistle his phrase, my mother would try to whistle, then hum hers backi drew my buttonhook in and out and listened to it -know it was "the merry widow." the difference was, their song almost floated with laughter. how different from the record, which growled from the beginning, as if the victrola were only slowly being wound up. they kept it running between them, up and down the stairs where i was now just about ready to run clattering down and show them my shoes. what is the effect of the parallelism used in the above excerpt? it establishes the rhythm of a duet to echo the song. it expresses the same ideas. it mirrors opposite ideas. it is a paradox.