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Wicked Arms
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The sound of the stadium's roar,
Resonates with every four,
Down the pitch,
Over the arm,
Cricket has its own charm,
That ball will do no harm,
So wicked but yet calm,
Cricket is in my arm.
The sound of the stadium's roar,
Resonates with every four,
Down the pitch,
Over the arm,
Cricket has its own charm,
That ball will do no harm,
So wicked but yet calm,
Cricket is in my arm.
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