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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Green fields of grass and black boys in white Sir Lancelot and round table and frolic sights The children of slaves so bedecked as knights Spectators shadeless sizzling in fusion of light O come let us play upon the green, cricket lads O take the ball at its seam, break wickets lads. Go have your summer of sweet lemonade, spill Your laughter like rivers rinsing fresh the glade Hearts will be broken but new bonds will be made I will be where the subtle game of cricket's played O come let us play upon the green, cricket lads O take the ball at its seam, break wickets lads. Give me a ball like a globe flaming red, I'll face My oppressor with his wooden lance, cloth armour Because of magic he does not perceive the danger Steedless let me charge for the valour of my race O come let us play upon the green, cricket lads O take the ball at its seam, break wickets lads Bowling and jousting, all the same to me, the game Is what I love to play, this sportsman debonair The feelings padded down by civility of the stare Summer's sun against me too, but I'm above shame O come let us play upon the green, cricket lads O take the ball at its seam, break wickets lads When the game is done we will meet under a tree Cajoles one another prowess, and feast on the fete Bring the bammy, the fish, breadfruit, rundung sweet We are friends again and children of the democracy O come let us play upon the green, cricket lads O take the ball at its seam, break wickets lads.
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