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TRACK TALK |
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She has the look of a thoroughbred with high heeled gait. I know better. She races on numbered sheets at downs silvered by moon. She won't race unless he feeds her gold carrots, guides her in dancing shoes by diamond bridles. She wears a wild mane. Says it's a natural reign only warriors can grasp. Secretly he's been looking for a buyer. Lately she can't shake scent of stallion. Blames lineage; Grandmother's unlatched stable gate; Grandfather's mustang blood won't let her run a straight eastern track with all those western ranges waiting to be explored. |
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