Zurbriggen - Calgary 1988
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He glided like a god;
As smooth & clinical
As a knife through butter.
He was as quick as a gazelle:
A master of challenging turns,
Shallow dips and flats.
I still see him shining,
Through the grey mists of time.
In bold red and gold:
A solitary superstar
Straining to the limits,
Amidst the vast whiteness.
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