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A paladin rising from the Corpses- a poem for Sanga

Owls growl and wolves howl, Blood smelling bowlers make the batsmen grovel and beg for life. Balls swing in and out and then come crashing into the toes. Bouncers will knell some chin music. A battle without guns and lances but… Continue Reading →

A Poem for Sanga

Suave exterior was something you were born with! Ambushing the oppositions was a walk by the beach for you! Negating the swing and thwarting the spin, hook and pull were lollipops for you!

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