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I am a wetbob who was trying to play cricket, (not because I wanted to, but because I had to.) Then I got hit in the eye by a ball, So I lie on the grass here under a lime hue. The grass looks nice, & so does the sky too. The leaves look green, & there are such lots of them. One, two, three, four.... seven, eight, nine, ten. .... eighteen, nineteen... I can't count them. The sky looks all blue & white & grey. I can hear someone walking on the road over there. His feet go up & down, up & down. He treads in the puddles, & kicks the little pebbles so that they rattle all over the place. The ground underneath me is all rough & lumpy. I can feel a little beetle running down my backbone. And there's an ant on my ear. I can see a rook up there; he's black all over. I don't think I shall move. I feel nice & comfortable.