then the Olympic Games,
all the arts
and other more intimate matters
are poetry
which I believe the Greeks
would nod assent to
and Baron Coubertin’s declaration
relaunching the Olympic Games
(though this time with clothes on, ah well) and
somewhat forgotten by the media
that it’s not the winning
but the taking part
would apply to all
the above activities
which is OK by me
and her.
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