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Final Innings
larrylark

Winston danced inside his mind
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when age slowed him.
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Dark rum appeared by magic
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from a varnished globe,
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that disappeared back inside vegetation
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he called his rubberised palm plant
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in pride of place by the window sill.
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Life is what it is.
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Begins then ends.
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Now he’s carried out
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by his charming Caribbean friends,
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but when those West Indian bowlers
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scattered English batsmen like confetti,
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spontaneous joy seemed unfettered
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and for on forever.
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The globe would open and close
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in rapid motion.
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Rubber plant blown wild
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among gales of expectation.
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As we left the church
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my eyes were pricked
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by the plaintive high- pitched lament
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sent to the beyond,
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sung by his ever- loving wife.
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12 Jun 18

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cricket is a metaphor for ?
 — unknown

We don't seek for...sixes are everthing plus a couple of googlies and a late leg cutter...on second thoughts stick to baseball.
 — larrylark

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