At The Races

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2010 Poetry



All the horses lining up at the gate,

ready to run just waiting for the bell.

Jockeys so eager they can’t hardly wait,

focused intensely, almost in a spell.



The gates fly open and off they all go,

how the race will finish no one should know.



Thumping of their hoofs along the dirt track,

watching who will lead along the home stretch.

Hoping our horse is in front of the pack,

then we can go for the winnings to fetch.




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