A shimmer in the mist of darkness.
Do you remember my unexpected departure from the world of fame?
I once was the greatest of the running meats, Ascot collapsed under my feet and my
sovereign triumph (no elephants needed to blur their noses for peanuts)
was a flag unflured. Departure....
Nobody knows where I am or what became of me in the claws of
desperate terrorists. Hungry? I hope they enjoyed the meal.
I am the spirit-lamp of past vainglorious times. Find the jockey! Red alert as the brown star explodes in a massive attack against slaughterhouse knifes. Green fields. No more sneaky affairs in a hidden stable.
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