A Great Sport - Poetic Scan from a Loyal Fan

But wears no uniform at all.

My childhood dreams appear in him,

A wonder far beyond all whim.

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His hair could rival Samson's mane,

Unscissored, difficult to tame.

He'll cast a glance to catch my eye,

Confused that others pass him by.

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A champion in his own right,

I love to watch this one take flight.

It's almost scary - watch him race,

Inviting others to give chase.

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And what comes after may surprise;

For reasons I cannot surmise,

He'll stop and stoop for me to climb

For quiet road trip, one more time.

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His purpose, though he seem untamed,

A-frolicking so unashamed,

Is found fulfilled between us too,

Not just collecting ribbons blue.