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The French Sans Rafa

The red clay’s staining all the socks, But Rafa’s aren’t there And yet, his fourteen titles Still remain beyond compare. Most years he gets to celebrate His birthday at the French. Today, though, he’s not on the court Or even on the bench. Perhaps his little surgery Will fix him up like new So all his fans (like me!) can watch Him do what he can do. To Rafael Nadal, I wish A happy birthday day And a quick recovery so you Can get back out and play.

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Date: 6/4/2023 7:44:00 PM
I hear you, ilene... though Rafa's feet probably look like ground meat at this point. The guy's played through pain that would have most of us in the hospital... We'll see what happens, but I wouldn't hold my breath here. ~ gw
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Date: 6/3/2023 6:28:00 PM
Beautifully written, Ilene, and definitely original, especially in the beginning several lines which pique the interest of the reader and lead to your rapid revelation of subject and place. Clever and satisfying.
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Date: 6/3/2023 2:06:00 PM
Ahh!! How thoughtful this one. Thanks for sharing. Sara
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Date: 6/3/2023 11:53:00 AM
aww i know how much you love your tennis Ilene, what a sweet tribute to Nadal. I have been listening to the TT races on the radio. have a super weekend:-) hugs Jan xx
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