Up in the saddle you wait for the start,
the gaits fling open you go with a jolt,
your on the fastest colt,
your heart beats fast to the rythem of the hooves,
you feel like a wild fire burning throw dried oaks,
you see the finish line so close now,
and with one giant leap the wire breaks beneath your feet,
you smell the bed of fresh blood red roses put on your horse, and think to
yourself I just won first!
 
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