Warsaw Dream

There I was, stood beyond an imaginary boundary during some kind of practice session. Joe was tonking it, Ben was messing about on the other side of the imaginary ropes. Joe hit it over the imaginary ropes. Ben piped up, “I’ll get your tonking bat Joe”. I smiled, thinking, ‘Don’t give it away’. That’s it. That’s the dream.

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