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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.
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Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 10:06 PM UTC
Let the Game Begin
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.
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Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 10:06 PM UTC
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