They are there everywhere
Seen by all
Remembered by none
The race is dull without them
The race leaves an ache in them
Nike`s favour
sought by all
got by some
yearned for by many
Is it luck, fate, timing
Blessings from Heaven
which pushes some on the highroad
and others down mud tracks
Victoria`s blessed
Stand to attention
The stray strain of anthems
Break heartstrings of the also-ran`s
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