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The robust man stands sharpening his cue The chalk like a magic dust He bends himself slowly over the baize And strikes with vigour and lust Into the pocket the red ball drops As a grin spreads across his face A man in control of his wooden sword The epitome of sporting grace He studies the table with stealth Strategically eyeing the black Then when he's primed and ready It drops with a swift hard whack The hunter is in the zone now A solider seizing control of troubled lands Snooker is an art of concentration And this warrior has the power in his hands
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Sep 23, 2025
Sep 23, 2025 at 7:16 AM UTC
The green baize
The robust man stands sharpening his cue The chalk like a magic dust He bends himself slowly over the baize And strikes with vigour and lust Into the pocket the red ball drops As a grin spreads across his face A man in control of his wooden sword The epitome of sporting grace He studies the table with stealth Strategically eyeing the black Then when he's primed and ready It drops with a swift hard whack The hunter is in the zone now A solider seizing control of troubled lands Snooker is an art of concentration And this warrior has the power in his hands
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Sep 23, 2025
Sep 23, 2025 at 7:16 AM UTC
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