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The crowd was like a hive
of bees; Standing up and sitting down; Like big, colourful falling peas; Howling and frowning around. They were noisy like a drill; As if you have entered a textile mill; They would never keep themselves still; Everybody making a loud shrill. They were angry like snarling dogs; The crowd sounded like croaking frog; They were colourful like beautiful peacock; Showing each other like cruel rocks. For me the spectator were like a cattle; As if they were fighting in a battle; Nobody was able to stir; In that big overcrowded enclosure. |
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