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Hi I’m back,

This is my Amistad Poetry. This goes with Margru. It is from Margru’s point of view.

Here is a translation.

My home,

I feel everyone hug me that’s in my family,

I think of my loving friends,

I remember my memories of home,

I can smell all the food we had there,

I can see us play all the games we played,

I hear us screaming when we had all the fun we had,

I think up a storm of dreams that I had in my own bed,

But now I am gone,

But I will not stop thinking and dreaming of my home,

Because I will be back some day,

I will live this all over again,

I will always think and dream of my home.

Hope you enjoyed it!