The sheer force of
Federer's forehand motion
Is like a profound liquid whip.
And he's as graceful as a swan.
He moves like a ballerina.
His slice backhand
Is indeed a thing of beauty.
With such fluid style of play,
He caresses the ball,
As though he owns it.
He's a master artist:
A genius of his era.
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