Bowled over the cruelist fate
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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
Sitting whites in a beaming sun
A skybound six negates the run
Gathering tempo and to the fore
A sweeping shot another four
So close the prize, yet bowlers reign
Ten to go from only four,...
The sound of the stadium's roar,
Resonates with every four,
Down the pitch,
Over the arm,
Cricket has its own charm
Sitting whites in a beaming sun
A skybound six negates the run
Gathering tempo and to the fore
A sweeping shot another four
So close the prize, yet bowlers reign
Ten to go from only four,...