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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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