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It's funny how the derby always brings out entrants for the prestigious Kim Hagdorn. This entry from Percy Bysshe of Shelley was inspired, he tells us, by a trip to Egypt and yesterday's performance by the Eagles. Percy calls his poem "Ozymandias", but says you can substitute "West Coast Eagles" without affecting either its rhythm or meaning.
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
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