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A Village Cricketer's Lament
I’m batting at eternal number ten.
My mediocre talent falls apart;
Soon I’ll be walking back on nought again.
I’m in a team of skilled, well-coached young men,
Convincing me that cricket is an art.
I’m batting at eternal number ten.
I do not move my feet or sidestep when
A lethal bouncer flies towards my heart.
Soon I’ll be walking back on nought again.
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Friday 5th April 2024 7:37 am
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