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Feb 2014
A cloud is gallantly rolling over the sun,
They look up just in time to wince,

As a light rain starts to fall upon their cheeks.
Taking a deep inhale then slowly releasing it.

He concentrates at his target,
With  a low grunt the ball leaves his hand,
And a thunderous crack sounded throughout the crowd.
The game has begun.
Faith Montgomery
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