April is the month of blooming glory. Trembling from afar, battle drums march across fields. Cries for war erupted from the lungs of men and the sheer sound of it tore the sky in to glass pieces. There will be no fear except the fear that we put onto others. There will be no respite but the respite of victory. The sun is merciless but the men see far. The rain is a slippery but the men fight in shades. It's Rugby season again, and the warriors are hungry for battle.
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