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(for Tana Umaga after the All Blacks-Lions test, Wellington, 2 July 2005)

His soul was wet glue on his fingers.
His soul was a skateboard under his boots.
His soul was a lanyard scooping the others in.
His soul was a modest mist exceeding his nuggety self.
His soul was an oven mitt over the microphone.

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