Non-Erotic PoetryAn Ode to Rafael Nadaldressed in neon colors
with the air of a surfer
and the stamina of a cheetah,
he's really most like a machine:
powerful precise serves
leading to powerful precise shots,
never seeming to tire or fade
They wave the Spanish flag
and yell "RAFA!,"
and the ripped machine rolls on
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