A day at the races.
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Lady luck sang,
there was a slight cough,
the bells rang,
and they’re off!
Without breaking stride
the racehorse passed
the finish line,
right on time,
it was a good sign,
she could see the crowd
turning their heads,
as she appeared,
stunned by the sudden
turn of events,
she was fast,
picked to finish dead last.
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