Riddles sit on my back
heap me under the moon
shaking hands gloaming light
my voice wakes kept mouth wide
Africa is laid in the sun
We feel sorry seen them on TV
Turning them back
We ask each other
in gossips after launch
forgetting old parents living in remote villege
Say eyed on TV screen
What a wonderful hit the British cricket did today!
Outside darks fall
But nothing do we see
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