WHAT DO THEY CALL THAT?
You are, I say, a charming
leftover from a day at the races.
Winners unannounced, and no
crowd now at all. One day in
May - used to be - the horses
would run for the roses. Now?
Now they rest? The betting
window closes. How far is
this away from real life?
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Mint Juleps now have turned
to jalapeno peppers. The dog
sits still where it does not
belong - no other animals
in these stables, please. A
paddock is a place for peace.
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