My poem. . .
These beautiful plains marked of by oceans then proudly setting the sun and noon in his far off home Beowulf chose the mightiest men around him ordering a few to remain god most decide who will be given to death time will have come my tongue grows heavy and my heart when I try to tell you what gerendel has brought us the damage he’s done Beowulf you’ve come to us in friendship we will see for yourself How much smaller our ranks we’ve become what we’ve lost to his terrors light and dark have pass hero it was Beowulf
These beautiful plains marked of by oceans then proudly setting the sun and noon in his far off home Beowulf chose the mightiest men around him ordering a few to remain god most decide who will be given to death time will have come my tongue grows heavy and my heart when I try to tell you what gerendel has brought us the damage he’s done Beowulf you’ve come to us in friendship we will see for yourself How much smaller our ranks we’ve become what we’ve lost to his terrors light and dark have pass hero it was Beowulf
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I LIKE UR POEM GURL KEEP DA GOOD WORK :)
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