So i wrote this poem. Could u pls rate it?? Also could u tell me if its good or bad? :)
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The fate of the world is in their hands.

The fate of the world is in their hands.
One chance to unite, everything to lose.
Night and fog, hardly seen.
The dice is on the carpet,
But we’ll get through this together.
The cross of lorraine,
Ment freedom to us.
But shall we receive it, nor not.

Hiding in a dog house, As my mother had told me.
Those Germans had taken my mother away.
Her last words for me to go somewhere safe and don't come for her.
But will I listen?
No, I will come and save you. Just wait.
Now I must take her place and become the spy myself.
We are in the resistance, so I will resist.

Losing everything I have to free my mom.
But the only way I could do that, is to find the Maquis.
Time to act, to show the real me.
I’m tired of pretending.
Switching stations. To save my life.
Sabotaging trains, railroads.
Finally the day shall come when i will be reunited with my mama.
The fate of the world is in their hands.

What do we know about the mother in “two kinds”? select all that apply. she came from china. she had two daughters who died. her mother, father, and first husband are dead. she is part japanese.

"the children's hour" by henry wadsworth longfellow between the dark and the daylight, when the night is beginning to lower, comes a pause in the day's occupations, that is known as the children's hour. i hear in the chamber above me the patter of little feet, the sound of a door that is opened, and voices soft and sweet. from my study i see in the lamplight, descending the broad hall stair, grave alice, and laughing allegra, and edith with golden hair. a whisper, and then a silence: yet i know by their merry eyes they are plotting and planning together to take me by surprise. a sudden rush from the stairway, a sudden raid from the hall! by three doors left unguarded they enter my castle wall! they climb up into my turret o'er the arms and back of my chair; if i try to escape, they surround me; they seem to be everywhere. they almost devour me with kisses, their arms about me entwine, till i think of the bishop of bingen in his mouse-tower on the rhine! do you think, o blue-eyed banditti, because you have scaled the wall, such an old mustache as i am is not a match for you all! i have you fast in my fortress, and will not let you depart, but put you down into the dungeon in the round-tower of my heart. and there will i keep you forever, yes, forever and a day, till the walls shall crumble to ruin, and moulder in dust away! which literary device does longfellow use most frequently in the poem? a. simile b. metaphor c. repetition d. personification

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