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Heaven is a Test Match
With a comfy seat at square,
A crowd of Roses fans
Surrounding me there.
An everlasting pint of John Smiths,
A gentle crossing breeze
Testing the openers
As the seamers probe and tease.
A row of three slips waiting
For the fine edge snick,
A field set for singles
If they take them quick.
A bowler roaring in.
A batter taking guard.
A fine cut for four
Steered firm and hard.
A finely balanced match
When the day's stumps are drawn,
A night's good sleep,
The match resumes with the dawn.
Two balanced teams,
A well prepared wicket,
Heaven is a seat at square
Watching Test Match Cricket.
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