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I shall make merry
and score a century
whenever my place is in treacherous doubt
And rest again, oh sweet rest
till such time, when my place is
in treacherous doubt
I shall make merry
and score a century
and rest again
Thou shalt be proven wrong
I shall make merry
and score a century
whenever my place is in treacherous doubt
And rest again, oh sweet rest
till such time, when my place is
in treacherous doubt
I shall make merry
and score a century
and rest again
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Aha! The master poet at work again, NC. Good one and that's a very nice pic to go with it. I remember just a few days ago SB suggested that Collingwood be dropped. So he's answered us for now and will probably go to sleep as early as the second innings. ;-)
VM, this was SP's idea, the Shakespeare and rest and all, just gave it a tweak.
Collingwood just took one helluva catch at slip. he should bowl more too. he's ok in my book.
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