Poetry

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Those racing steeds one in the lead,their number
am not sure indeed,one steed glanced in my
direction,he caught my eye,and in that connection
my life it got a new direction,now plenty of scope
for recollection,not so much his speed in flight,
he was in their midst,yet he stood outright
though in a crowd he raced on by,their hoofs made
the ground sound like thunder,first or last he was
a wonder,made up for all my silly blunders,he's a
winner though he will not know it,in the race he
ran a life anew began,he need not be a winner then
for he showed to me a life again,when he's finished
his race in life,hope he goes on and is treated right,wont forget his racing sight,he turned darkness into light,he's a champion in all races
run,he's everything a horse should be,all races then he's in for me,for my life,in his eye,i saw
you see,so secretly.
Joe.

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