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Rugby

Poetry Standing in the line, watching the hue and cry, the fight for the ball, sweat, heat, grunting  shouting Whistle hovering on the face of the overweight ref, shakily held in his hand erupting from the chaos of bodies, moves haphazardly out of into my hands 2 people in front, and the line so its route 1 through both try satisfaction