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Jamie plays the sport of boccia, 
Where you throw your six balls, 
Towards the jack with another, 
And whoever is nearest, calls. 

Jamie has Duchenne Muscular
Dystropy like his brother Scott, 
Who’s older. They both blether, 
So life’s easier in Jamie’s spot. 

Scott made it to London’s lever,
To the 2012 Paralympic games,
When he threw the ball, leather:
Boccia gives your fitness aims.

There’s two methods of Boccia, 
One by throwing all your balls, 
One by a ramp, that’s the other,
When another places your balls. 

Jamie’s assistant is mum, carer, 
And all the family feel much joy, 
At having this top time together,
‘Cos dad was a footballing boy.  

About Rio 2016 he did deliver, 
This claim about sports games: 
“The thing I want to remember, 
is that I don’t think that, [flames],

it’s good to go in and [consider,
that] you know what to expect. 
But when you step out [further], 
onto the court [you’ll connect],

nothing’s changed…[ever], 
it’s the same game once 
you’re [on court], out there.” 
It’s a very mature responce. 

He also says on Rio’s chair:
“The way we have played 
recently we know [our flare,
and] we can achieve [glade] 

what we want, [that’s our care], 
that’s the most important thing. 
I think that if you have [blare]
confidence [then you] can win." 

The family come from Ayrshire, 
From the village of Dundonald, 
So Scotland has a bright flare, 
In Rio’s boccia squad called.

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