My poem about Lord of the Rings. It is incomplete and I don't really intend on finishing it.

A hero may come

In many a form,

Though tall and strong

Is usually the norm.

So who would suspect

A Hobbit would hold

A treasure, a Ring

With strength untold

He traveled ‘cross land

And o’er many a hill

Then met a man

Named Tom Bombadill

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