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From now on should I play,yea, in straight bat,
No break away from this, I must see that,
'cause I'm nearing the target of Fifty
Points for which I must be careful, thrifty.
If I hit and miss ,the Keeper won't spare
To stump me out e'en for a breadth of hair.
Hence my mind,concentration and my bat
Must be in a together-tie so that
Two single runs can take me to Fifty,
Which for long this composer of Seventy
Been longing for his endeared sailorbits,
That has pledged to offer its members treats
...When the Cipher claims he is one hundred,
It's a question of anxiety and dread.
When the Empty puffs to pose he's top full,
It's,true,a headache for all but the fool.
When Volume's the logic and blood-shot eyes
Flabbergast you,remember,the man shies
Past that which is Right and that which is fact
And when
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