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Please, Mr. Politic, stay away.
Don't make a pawn of the London Games. Let our athletes safe compete, without terror's threat upon our street. Let our sportsmen show the world what can be done by boys and girls who meet to test and pit their skills against other nations' strongest willed. Let the games be about sport, and not some PR spun cohort; who only bends their will to ours to rally up like-minded powers and turn our games into a game made not of sport, but other name. We won't bow down to a dictator; nations account to all spectators. All we want is fair and blessed: where all are equal, but best is best. So, let the London Games begin, and bring us gold -- just like Bejing. (20 lines)
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