Caleb Mohamed

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Fri, 16 Jun 2023 | last modified Mon, 27 Oct 2025
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Running round in the cooling eve,
A fiasco by the swaying trees,
And out we go,
One down,
Two down,
And alas, I follow,
Marching to the side to cheer,
The frenzied shouts I hear,
Soon we'll be back within the game again.

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