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A sports poem about coming through under pressure. |
| Own the pressure, different forms, To win or lose our place, the norms. Nerves do bother, fickle swarms, Historically, we fight these storms. A sporting nightmare may unfold - Defeats and struggles, getting old. But timeless tales must be told - Enough’s occurred, warm up, it’s cold! This time, inspire, ride disdain; A mighty ocean, round again! Call on courage - to maintain; Get on board that gliding train!! |