Beowulf Poem

He is flawless and fearless,
as he glides through the pool.
Following closely to his fiesty friends.

The chatter in the stands is ceased,
as the racers approach their final lap.
The coaches create numbers for the score cards.

At last the limits are broken for Lee.
He can now celebrate his victory.
Finally, the lingering smell of chlorine left the land.

The swimmers could now bring out their bags,
and get ready to leave.
But first, proudfully the team would pack up their prizes.

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