No Triple Crown
(For Funny Cide)
So large of spirit
quick drama like quicksilver
a wee point in time
Another empire
wins the race to the finish
yet your drama lives
Bless your funny name
and too your benefactors
who lost a bundle
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| As you write The Visit you listen attuned to the grand noise of the horses running in mud and you know well how they must feel and you listen just well enough to hear the results and so you add here the grand finish. No Triple Crown (For Funny Cide) So large of spirit quick drama like quicksilver a wee point in time Another empire wins the race to the finish yet your drama lives Bless your funny name and too your benefactors who lost a bundle |
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