Conkers in the yard
swing hard
stand back.
Cricket at nets
aim to strike
stand back
Open goal
make the chance count
Stand back.
Surrounded by foes
fire at wil.
In the virtual world there is no standing back.
Out in the hood
running with the pack.
Stray lamb dispatched
you should have stood back.
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