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Stephen is fifty-four years of age, 
And was involved in a car accident, 
At the age of nineteen, new page, 
‘Cos he couldn’t carpentry gent.  

So he took up sports and athletics, 
And found a wealth of facilities, 
In Gravesham to his surprise, fix:
Others lift him into his activities.

He is a wheelchair racer, T51,
And played wheelchair rugby, 
For 15 years, but in 2011, cun, 
He changed to sprinting’s g. 

Stephen was chosen, included, 
In the 2012 London Paralympics, 
Where he made the finals, duded, 
To represent his country, semantics. 

Just before the Games he said, 
“You have got to be in the right 
position and get the right [sled] 
…which [to find can be a plight].”

He also talked about the dream: 
“This is a dream for me to be here  
and competing for [the UK mean]. 
I have been in the chair [30yrs near],

and it feels like it’s supposed to
happen for me. It feels great
to be in the red, white and blue”: 
A man to be proud of, to state. 

He competes in the 100 and 400m,
And in 2014 Swansea at the Euros, 
He took the 100m bronze, bleaters, 
To have the crown jumping in prose. 

Then in 2016 in Grosseto, the Euros
Again, another 100m bronze medal, 
Where Stephen flew the GB flag, hose, 
For another great success to pedal. 

He did make Rio but sadly didn’t hook, 
Any medals, tho’ he trains hard, 
In Dartford swimming pool, no crook,  
Loving the physicality of the yard.

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