Marcel Desailly
¶ 1
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“The Rock”
Such liquid graceful limbs
Sublime gifts manifold
Carved from the warm earth of Ghana
To shine upon the playing fields of France
Beneath the unforgiving glare of immortality
The highest prize
For those who run
The best race.
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