Dimeter is a blast. A differentiation between our Beowulf and the others is that rather than translate 3200 lines of tetrameter, we observed the medial caesurae and translated 6400 dimeters. As I collapsed on the message table Tuesday morning, for my Columbian medicine man to pound on my back, Fernando, a fanatical fisherman recited one of mine.
I what my hoook
beneath a pine,
than weeth a sweesh
I loff my line
offer a broook
off sparkleen wine.
Comb, leetle feesh
an we weel dine.
Outside the coils of amour, I have never been so honored in a position so prone.
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