Poem Journey for His Son (Iambic pentameter) Nazareth my hometown, where i was found. Bethlehem, next journey, because of thee. Hurried! because of King is having fun. Everything is possible for His Son. Boys, not allow. Egypt, where i head out. Protect the Messiah! He is a star. In the air rising, Up on the sky but The one and only son of the king still Chea Somalyda
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