You know, AJ, the second innings is often more difficult than the first. So as we walk out to the middle, with the stadium buzzing with expectation, and as we survey the field spread out around us, what do we do?
Do we think of what is expected of us? Do we think of what we should do or not do to stay there -at the wicket - a little longer? Do we think of how we'd deal with the red cherry that will zip past our ears? Do we think runs? Do we think of the bowler who licks his lips with anticipation?
Or do we feel the white flannel on our skin, smell the willow, see the sun soak up the green, smile, grimace, screw up our eyes, and take guard?
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hi, i saw ur poems, crocodile oneand this one's really cool dude! c ya later.
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