Mexico.
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Just back from Austin, Texas
(Somewhat jet-lagged from the flight)
Where a local press deemed the Mexican teams chance of success,
After their highly publicized prep, at the very best…slight.
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I’m reminded of a favourite poem of mine*
By Edna St. Vincent Millay
That out of nowhere came to my mind
On their result of yesterday.
¶ 3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 “My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends–
It gives a lovely light”
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Could de rigueur training regimes involving spartan lives
Be past their sell by-date?
Who knows? But after a couple of nights on the lash, the team has thrived,
So maybe there’s something to be said for a squad…
What goes out and parties late?
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