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A try to describe Sangakkara's cricket career and his rage woving departure. |
| Ode to the most eyed farewell buddy of world cup, KumarSangakkara: Started as a lil champ in team; Honeypotted every eye wid his wits...; Being a hacky-packy batsmen; Sanga progressed as a tacky kingsman. When standing behind the stumps; Almost turned every competitor a rival; He was set deep at his job; Which made sanga a eye-stealing pot. Became captain to the lankans; Joined every hands of team tangibly; Got image of gentleman hero; Sanga worthed the sticker with many 2 zero. Hitting ton in every other match; Biting the aussies, kiwis and other four; Uh r such an entertaining pout; Sanga forgot how to get out. Now playing his last world cup; Yukk...it seems like a nightmare; We'll miss uh coz u lived in our hearts; Sanga...plz be adhere to crecetik parts. Yur wacky expressions...Yur chewing gum; Yur tied lower...Yur ton making stretches; Everything's gonna be crafted with golden flame; Sanga...we owe uh the beauty of gentlemen's game. |