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We’re brave men too—at least we like to say—
But watch with envy, every single time,
As record-setters carve their icy way
And brush the Earth’s great axis with their spines!

To them—those polar souls in every sense—
This poem we proudly dedicate today.
Where all the meridians condense,
Beneath their felted boots they make their way!

Each year through icy shards and frozen stream,
Arctic Team walks boldly to the edge!
We might have done the same... or so we dream—
But froze too fast—and left without a pledge.