For Tony Rees
Scuttled and wind-licked
we hunkered with beers
under the Shane Warne Stand
as scurried rainclouds toyed
with our long-hatched scheme
for a day of World Cup Cricket
under an English summer -
but no plan was framed for stacks
of latin-named dark formations . . .
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Thank you Mike. We were indeed there!